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She Thinks Of Men Waiting (Free verse) by Christof
Everyday on time comes creaking
On the line a girder truck.
Where hill shoulders up
To warehouse she looks
And thinks of men waiting.
They watch for the train
Slugging its weight; they watch
For a woman to volley their stares
Until, like welded joints, they freeze
Before the foremen call them back.
No Medusa so benign
Braved a Perseus so afraid;
But in the pub, she thinks, they'll say
That I am stab-tooth, serpent-kind.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.1
Weighted score: 5.55
Overall Rank: 2470
Posted: September 3, 2002 7:28 AM PDT; Last modified: September 3, 2002 7:28 AM PDT
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