hey baby

the women, on dates,
hand in hand
with men,
stop the woman pushing
a stroller.
a new stroller.
the hood pulled down,
a blue blanket
wrapped softly around.
inside
is a pink package
of a sleeping
baby.
a wisp of dark hair
swirled
wet upon his head.
they peek in and swoon,
they shake
with love and joy
wanting to touch
and hold
this new life.
meanwhile the men,
wait, stand back, light
cigarettes,
then as one
stare
at a woman getting out
of a car,
with long legs
and lipstick on.