There were women in that town:
I remember smoky dreams,
liars, judges, lovers – always rulers
that did not know the rules
and cried or smiled as they became, in turns,
too loud or softly silent.
This reminds me of Toni Morrison's Jazz, her description of lusty, lively NYC. If you haven't read it, you should.
Posted by: Evan Donovan at October 25, 2004 01:31 AM