The girl with a slim frame
and denim shorts rolled up to her thighs
and a white tank top
was there on the quay at noon
standing by the river.
She slightly leaned her torso to the side,
softly rose upon her left foot,
puckered her lips cockily
and cast her eyes to the car
dwindling across the west bank.
Her hip in one hand,
and a cigarette in the other,
she narrowed her gaze,
crushed the butt under her sandal,
released the smoke through her lips
and walked away.
