Saturday Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Saturday

Talk is of yesterday
Saturday
Looking round filled with love
But in chest, hate renting a place

Not yet noon
People out in the heat
For shopping and brunch
(Most women, well-dressed)
A young man on roadside
Wordless but declaring:
"Life's unfair! "

He must be a Cree
Ojibway or their kind.

His brow has a cut
From where? From what?
No stitch, cold blood has dried.

I agree with not-said:
"Life's unfair! "