who lived on the streetcorner
lives there no more
perhaps she is walking
to where life is a little more fair?
no, just walking anywhere, rather than nowhere
but nowhere is the only home
she knows —
a nobody knows no other home
A quadrille is a poem consisting of exactly 44 words. There are proper, or conventional ways to go about this, using rhyme and rhythm techniques, however, I struggle with both. This quadrille was written for dverse, where quadrille originates from.