Thursday, 3 January 2013


Poetry Of Sorts
~ Her ~


She's bent double, hand out
For a hand out, crawling concrete
Crossing rubble, seen her
Cross, the old Pont Neuf
Rue Saint-André des Art
She's far from artful
Then Montmartreful
Where she hasn't been
Bent double what
She hasn't seen
I've seen her
Sun-up day time
Sun-down slay time
Sick and tired
She's clinging to that stick
She's sticking to her guns
If she had ones
She'd shout, she'd mumble
Listen to the thunder rumble
But all she's got's a hand
A hand stuck out
For a backhander
And a back bent double


© 2012 
Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free - Contact me directly for photo tours, interviews, exhibitions, etc.

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