Friday, August 10, 2012

A Capitalist on Roller Skates

Mack Hall
mhall46184@aol.com


A Capitalist on Roller Skates

She glides from car to car and back again,
In flight upon the summer concrete’s glare,
A cupbearer to each spare-changed paladin.
O may her hard-won dollars buy her hair
The crown of Cleopatra, then the gown
Of Fair Rosamund; so let her be fit
As a noble woman of great renown.
And no false man say she did not earn it.

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