Girl on the curb
by Regis Boff
That girl on the curb
looked back at me.
I guessed at what she saw.
It could be what I hoped it was
That left her mouth ajar.
But likely it was my car.
That girl on the curb
looked back at me.
I guessed at what she saw.
It could be what I hoped it was
That left her mouth ajar.
But likely it was my car.
