Arm in arm, Past and Future
work the same street. They were
really something in their youth,
irresistible, enchanting princesses,
but now they're just two old queens
whose thick makeup can no longer hide
their wrinkles and sagging flesh.
Now those who want their services
come few and far between. Even their
pimp has lost interest in them.
Yet night and day, seven days a week,
here they still are, working it
in front of Jimmy's Wok & Noodle.
Tonight they look up and see
the full moon floating high
above the noise of the neon street,
a vision of pure compassion.
'What a beautiful night, ' Past says.
'It is, ' Future agrees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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