FOUR GIRLS AT THE CORNER - Robert Stanley Weir Poems

 
 

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FOUR GIRLS AT THE CORNER

Waiting for a fix
four girls at the corner,
three about eighteen,
the fourth not more
than thirteen, I swear,
Not one day more.

All waiting for the Man
to come and take them
for a few short hours
out of misery.

God, the taxi-driver said,

but He hadn't
come along yet either.