Speed Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Speed



Speed

Abandoned is the road, in Port Hope
Three lanes on each side
Most crowd in middles
Left is used to pass, race, on right goes the slow.

I zigzag and change line whenever required.

In time I, feel like cow, nostrils wide open
I inhale the chill air, smells nice, it is fresh
I can feel the green of the life in each cell.

“Why so fast? ”
I hear a question, no one asks
The sound is under foot, pedal, gas.

Two converse in my head:
“Yes sister is dear and waiting, Montreal…
She wants to see you safe
Slow down…better late than never.”

Sunday, July 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: imagination
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