GUS GOLDBERG

On A Street Corner

On a street

corner

Several hours after

dark

Visible from her

door

A young woman waits

Her hair pulled

up

Disheveled

A lamp stands

above

A fight separated

them

And she waits

For her love

to fight

For her and

she will yield

easy

But he isn’t

charming

At home scrubbing

dishes

disheveled

But he is her

love

And she waits