John W. McEwers

Veteran Poet - 1,178 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

Friendship Is Nice For Her - Poem by John W. McEwers

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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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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