Three Women Wait for the Morning Bus
One, a nun, has
her transfer in her hand.
She’s silently praying.
Another, a hooker, has
her income in her purse.
She’s lighting a cigarette.
Another, a mother, has
her mind on her children.
She’s going to work.
None of them knows what
they share this morning:
ova ripening.
Donal Mahoney
