Curb Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Curb

Engine on and in car
In waiting to depart
Saw him come…

Big in size,
Tanned his face
Curly his amber hair.

Hair uncombed and pants torn
To harshness had succumbed
Cared not for how arrived…

On the curb in the shade
Not bothered, He rested
Easily fell like dead…

I saw his genital
Underwear he had not
Worn and torn went too far.

Face skin was wrinkled
Lots of puffs below eyes
Walled garden in a dusk.

All of his belonging in a hand
His bear in bottles not in can.