Gutter Queen Poem by elysabeth faslund
Gutter Queen
Pearl string gracing
Freckles' pale flesh...
Poseidon...rough
Fingerprints...
Grizzled King of
Blue, waved
Halls...conjuring
Live shells
For Queens' adornment...
A shopping cart old
Woman painfully bends
To the gutter...
Plucks one shiny
Orb, cleans it with
Sewer water gushes...
Pockets it. Gums a
Cracker. Limps on...
Night.
She sleeps,
One gnarled claw
On that pocket.
Dreams...
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4/23/2024 6:29:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A dignified and haunting portrait of a worthy life in harsh circumstances.