(by Daniel R. Jones)
Behind drawn lace curtains
they wait with bated-breath
blood-red “NO SOLICITING”
signs hung across the door.
They watch me pass
like I’m the Angel of Death.
Muscles relax.
They can breathe once more.
(by Daniel R. Jones)
Behind drawn lace curtains
they wait with bated-breath
blood-red “NO SOLICITING”
signs hung across the door.
They watch me pass
like I’m the Angel of Death.
Muscles relax.
They can breathe once more.