Nowhere. Miss M. Poem by RIC BASTASA

she went to the city
looking for an encounter.
miss m.
she went to the mall
and waited for
a wink.
miss m.
she went to the park
when it was dark
waiting for silence.
miss m.
she had noise all over.
the horns of the cars
the fast paces of steps.
the rush of bodies.
the shouts of vendors.
and pimps and middlemen
and the last ride towards
nowhere.
miss m.
she had met everyone.
but she had never
someone.
miss m.