Cricket

Dark night holds a solitary woman
sitting at the edge of the curb
heels in the gutter
legs bent like a cricket
skirt fallen up to her hips
offering a favor for a ride
white thighs flashing with
passing headlights
Her tissue thin pride
blows tattered in the night wind.
White thighs flash once more
as my headlights pass
I'm swallowed up by
dark anonymity

-Cyn

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