Journalist Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Journalist
Journalist
She came in with a pen
was given much paper
and she moved as do cells
in a sea, in river and ocean.
Bank to bank, side to side
beach to beach and to pine
she moved on all around
became part of the tides.
Her last write is surely alarming,
"Criminal practice; women leave."
Now with her retired
no wave came, neither went.
Monday, March 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: society
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