With knees tucked in
tight from the curb, wide eyes
eye as the cars keep
brushing by.
A woman with a bushy hairdo
and too much makeup comes
to lead inside that poor little
girl she could not recognize.
Into the evening the child
waits- calling a dial tone for
a mother, a father,
a loving embrace.
(org. 11/23/05 rev. 2/11/09)
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