She comes,
and she goes,
unnoticed.
She walks,
and she talks,
to no one.
Her night is
the long city street
sheltered & protected by neon.
She amuses
& she entertains,
swaying her slender body,
…but no one offers,
& she shouts out
for no reward.
Michael Lee Johnson, Chicago, USA
2 comments:
There is so much loneliness in this poem.
Perhaps less loneliness than dissociation? What struck me is the complete lack of contact with mankind.
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