The Girl in the Glasses

She sauntered all day

my dear girl in the Glasses

and looking, she may,

the city passes

 

She strolled through the park

And the trees were alright

Their stiff standing structure

Had in them no spark

 

She strolled downtown,

were the gray buildings are,

occasional benches

black shoes

and waterway trenches

 

She strolled past the fields,

The dry savannah

Poor southern land

Of ignored mandalas

-treasures unknown

that for most were forlorn.

 

At last

The barricade unattached

The girl in the glasses

for once

Was no more

Life is merely looked

within the view of a hole

 

She strolled through the park

The trees waved with poise

They swayed rhythmically

And saluted with joy

 

She sauntered all day

my dear girl with no Glasses

and observing, she may,

the city passes

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