Aesthetic Realism Looks at New York City: Poetry
Robert Clairmont
HOW PRETTY GIRLS ARE
Pretty girls are selfish, little things;
Darting in and out of plate glass windows;
Walking prettily all over city streets.
A pretty girl stood so near a street lamp,
Hair coiled and shining and O, she didn't even smile.
Pretty girls are selfish, little things;
They'd rather read a magazine.
From Quintillions (NY: American Sunbeam Publisher, 2005)