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Construction workers
sit and eat lunch
from their crow's
nest
above the sidewalk,
ogle and comment on
the women
passing below.
Their expressions
speak
of lust and
abhorrence,
as they whistle
or bark like dogs.
At ground level,
they're considerate,
respectful to
the women in their
family.
their girlfriends.
and the girlfriends
of friends.
But they're two hundred feet in the air.
Some men can't climb
that high
without lowering themselves.
Author: John Grey
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident.
Recently published in
That, Dalhousie Review and Qwerty with work upcoming in Blueline,
Chronogram and Clade Song.
That, Dalhousie Review and Qwerty with work upcoming in Blueline,
Chronogram and Clade Song.
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