For Tonie - Luke 7: 38
As you drive down the street
Later in the night
When street lights and traffic
Seem to make life busy in such an empty way
There are girls who seem
Dressed for little more than undressing
Balanced on walls or aimlessly walking.
They are driven past all the time
Without a thought – not about them,
Not about what they are doing.
Do they feel the sadness of their clients
Or the pain of dead and empty love
Do they wonder about people’s lives
Their hopes, their reasons, their fear?
As they toss their hair back
And adjust their bras
They declare the hollowness of us all
And the pain of being.
Blessed are they who stand on street corners
For they shall have clarity.
(14 June 2006)
Jeff Hobbs
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paris-4/
