Do the pretty girls
ever get tired of being
stared at?
Does their endless
beauty daunt them?
When men (and women, too)
stare and drink in
the rareness of their beauty
do the pretty girls object
do they raise the evil eye
to ward off stares
to save their own loveliness
for themselves or
their sacred ones?
Do they worry about the time
when others stop looking?
Will they even notice?
Aloha, do the pretty girls
think they are?
Does their beauty
hide frailties unseen?
Will this beauty fade
the way a cute birdie
grows into an albatross?
ONE MORNING IN JERSEY CITY
- By Anthony Buccino
Copyright © 2010 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved.
