Three Twelve Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Three Twelve

Two is gone (of chapters.)
-of pages…eleven!

I wonder if I am, yet, conceived
-must have been…

Season says:
- "Grandpa fell to death, "
- (As Fetus took his name.)
- (Made it short; a-time-made!)

"He breathed…"
-his last one on Mom's lap
- "Was peaceful; heavenly."
- (as Mom said…)

Had climbed the tree
-mulberry
-to kick, shake…

Women held a cloth
-humongous, together
-they saved the ripe
-and white, soft fruit…

On the Road
-East to West, Chicago, Idaho
-drives Jack Kerouac…
-Beats the "Beat! "
- "Had I yet been conceived? "
- "Must have been! Yes! Had been! "

His book was an orphan
-was dropped in trash
- (same as my many books!)

With Jack, I, am on road
-not yet a toddler;
-join the team,
-one of them is like wolf
-he is one with the "Howl."