Three Women Wait For The Morning Bus Poem by Donal Mahoney

Three Women Wait For The Morning Bus



One, a nun, has
her transfer in her hand.
She's silently praying.

Another, a hooker, has
her income in her purse.
She's lighting a cigarette.

Another, a mother, has
her mind on her children.
She's going to work.

None of them knows what
they share this morning:
ova ripening.

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