Honda Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Honda

Summer day; it is hot
Traffic is glue; car to car
Tattooed man controls motorbike
Behind him a girl wears a helmet
(Generous with skin, shoulders down)

In back seat of a car; black Honda
Bored, tired, impatient is large dog.
It goes left and to right, so anxious
To breathe fresh air, if can be got
Leads nose out, from it, fall drops.

On dog mind and on mine:

“What are these? ”
“What is this? ”