London In Toronto Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

London In Toronto



Everything is perfect
For spring, not summer

All grey, no sky
Roads are wet from clouds
Drizzles, rain's stopped

Fresh is air
Breeze is bump
Nothing looks like it must
There's no sun
No bird's chick
There's no fruit on branch
There's no cart
No harvest pulled by mule
Or an ox

Trees green
They have leaves
They're welcome
As women without child

No fruits, if any
Is no good, for you, I

And the land
In its best
May give us little soil
Few bushes
And may be
Just may be
A few flowers

It's ghost town of London
That too, is beauty
It is here
It is with us
Open eyes.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: seasons
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