The boulevard lights bounce from the pavement; The walkers speed their pace as the night chills. Long black hairs glued to blue-painted eyelids, Their blanched faces see only the darkness. They flaunt a bareness, a child's toy lost, And pretend the innocence it cries for...
Sketch: Vol. 37
, Article 6.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol37/iss4/6