Issue 97, Fall 1985
At the failing of summer
just when autumn is breaking
the pavement with its strong back,
the city breathes and stretches,
the trolley cars whisper with rejuvenation
and all along Pine Street, the young lesbians walk
arm in arm, engaged in conversation.
One lone woman
in frills with a useless umbrella,
hurries along, as the sun is almost down.