By Gene Novogrodsky
Women in thick glasses
Hunch their shopping bags
On their way
On hot sidewalks.
My mother, also in thick glasses,
Never carried shopping bags,
Never walked hot sidewalks.
Oh! She humored me on
Occasion, taking the bus,
Even walking a hot sidewalk.
She hated it: the bus,
The pedestrians, the passengers,
The hot sidewalk ….
Thick Glasses
July 11th, 2009 · No Comments
Tags: Literature · Poetry


