Three Women

In the sunlit lobby, two boys

behind a couch

watch a Wild Girl

In an upstairs room

heavy shoes are placed

beneath a bed

Down the hall

a call girl

arches an aching back

Two hundred bucks

He comes as

her telephone trims

Out front a drunk guy

climbs a ladder

hoses hanging baskets

His daughter died

nine years back

Killed by her lover

In the lobby, a briefcase

holds two hundred decks

of trick playing cards

Wild Girl high-kicks

shakes a wet canvas

“Let’s get noticed!”

The boys dream

of catching the whole city

in their fishing net

Indeed, they will grow down

to the water table

drink all they need

The call girl

washes her moneymaker

in the bathroom sink

watches the window

Pigeons are re-enacting

World War Two

The lover was Bengt

a Swedish singer

It was a closed casket.