City's Evening Sidewalk - Poem by Bill Grace
Against the traffic's constant hiss of the artery around her
The suns casts buildings into mellow shades of their evening hues
Wife and daughter search for thrift store treasures and
Another approach in a tongue not my own.
I am impressed by the beauty of the younger's face, her breasts, the confident manner with which she moves and
The intensity of the mother's words, her worried demeanor, her gaunt red eyes -
Only their walk is cadenced -
Everything else speaks of two planets
Held in their orbits by a gravity I can not see.
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