by Renee Soulie

Created on: February 21, 2009

Grand Central

To my left the hookers stand in their short skirts and fuzzy jackets hoping that the cold won't keep the Johns away

In front of me Three young women are a tad overweight

dressed in clothes a bit too tight with smiles a bit too bright

trying to hail a cab. Laughing as their evening begins hope for love.

Pushing me aside the beautiful couple shoves through the throngs without seeing anyone.

Hoping to catch their reflection in the brightly lit shop windows

They don't seem to have anything left to hope for

they think they have it all. Their reflections reassure them.

Santa rings his bell. Salvation and hope bought by walking through hell.

He has nothing left to sell just a story written upon his face.

And in a corner I stand alone and watch and wonder what I hope for.

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