Hooker

At the intersection
of 4th and Mulberry
she let out a howl
as a speeding De Ville
clipped her hip
running a red.

It was broken,
nothing to be done.

She lay agonizing
under a lamppost
in the darkening shadow
of a blue mailbox
clutching desperately
at someones discarded
paper-sack.

A schnauzer came
and sniffed her arm,
and then her face.
Its cold wet nose
touched her lips, and
she licked them instinctively.