Friday, April 22, 2016

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Two, Poem Eighteen





Frisking Frisco

Sit on the public steps,
look over sidewalks
where no park benches
tempt you to stay.

Ask from which street
came the women
too nice to you
as you passed by.

Watch the cabs meter
keep going as lovers
prolong goodbyes.

Be wary of the man
asking you the way
to another hotel
while he eyes your
taxed paper bag
finding only water.

God love out of towners
like us, he says,
resuming unsure paths.


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