Scaffolding Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Scaffolding

I was there with poets and writers
Saw their feet to their heads
Saw the base and surface.

Foundation remained same
(Some repairs)
But outside new paint.

Dave and pat, and Michael, Jennifer
Chad new along with someone else.
Students, external and new to my eyes.

This game is their play
They compete among them
Their game is same as bush
The root hides giving food
But the leaves are the life
They catch-give oxygen…

Professors' scaffolds
Make sure to rule; remain.