Reading Sabines in the Parking Lot
And looking up as you go by
I take you in
To see if there abides within
A dirty woman
One who laughs
Spirit with a glint
Wit pointed as a pin
I do this out of reverie
Boredom's affectation
And vanishing
You have no hint
Of who you'll come to be
Now that you belong to me
6/22-7/24/96
Copyright 1996 by Maurice Leiter
Posted with permission
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