To Saskatoon Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

To Saskatoon



To Saskatoon

With flakes and frost
Covering the roadsides
One can see leprosy
On a goat or a sheep
With bruises; rarely
Few hairs standing
Speak of history.

The cracks, here, there
Are winding to dead-end;
Once, they were the rivers.

No trace of the past
Thanks to the settlers!

Everything has sure changed
For the worse, not better.

Friday, November 29, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
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