at the corner in one wintry evening
wearing a short skirt and a sexy top.
She could feel the chill and could do
with a warm bed and hot soup
but she had to stay and endure –
she needed bread and necessities for
her boy and herself.
Felicity – a name she detested,
why provide felicity for others and not herself?
She could not figure it out.
Cars passed by,
men walked in the streets,
some looked at her
but none offered to deal business.
It’s going to be one of those nights again.
Head down, she left.