Friendship Is Nice For Her Poem by John W. McEwers

Friendship Is Nice For Her

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She walks with her bag in hand but
Never really has anything in it.
Kill time with clip-clop heels and candy
Cans full of breath mints for prospective passers-by
New friends to make by night,
By morning
They are gone,
And she is left to smell what remains.

Cigarette ash and spilled perfume.

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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