When I go for evening air
The painted women look at me while they pass
They wait for men and boys
From 7 to 10, bargain and win in the end
Where do they go?
Hotel or Cowman’s cabin
I don’t know
Bulging bellies, meaty thighs
Carp faces, hurried feet,
Talks of money, car, wine and girls
Dry limbs hurry for a smooth end
Feisty girls to sharpen body ridges
I look upward
Moveless leaves overhang me
No moon or stars
Floodlights at four corners
Whizz of cars, tinkling bells of Ghoti-garom man.
