School is over. It is too hot <br />to walk at ease. At ease <br />in light frocks they walk the streets <br />to while the time away. <br />They have grown tall. They hold <br />pink flames in their right hands. <br />In white from head to foot, <br />with sidelong, idle look-- <br />in yellow, floating stuff, <br />black sash and stockings-- <br />touching their avid mouths <br />with pink sugar on a stick-- <br />like a carnation each holds in her hand-- <br />they mount the lonely street.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lonely-street/
