She wears dirty rags
Sewn.all.up with pink lace and sateen ribbons
She stares at dirty faces
Lying in gutters all.tied.up in their misery
Her hair is long and freeflowing
Sweeping the ground by where she sits
Hard brick /walls/
Line her mind and leave you with nothingatall
To understand why.she.stays.
Mud smears her reflection,
Face.to.face she frightens you--
Crazed longing in.her.eyes.
The puddles at her feet liestilllikeglass