Nearly Far Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Nearly far

She is in orange top
Strapped noodle like
Chest skin, cleavage
All exposed to people
Golden hair loose, flies
Since she is on the run.

She races but with what?
Does she know what has done?
Does she want to evoke in tight shorts?

Though close to my eyes
We are far, far too far.

Are they all on purpose?
I never dare question
Do not think it is wise.

Let others share with me
What she puts on the show
We can say: "Is her right."