ANYTHING FOR ATTENTION (Nov. Contest)

On the same corner every day
stands one as slender as can be.
Once in a while her form might sway
almost with sexuality.

Too many folks have passed her by
hardly giving her a glance.
Perhaps they can not even see
that she just needs a chance.

Until at last in desperation
as coolness tints the autumn air
she changes her coat's coloration
in hope that folks will see her there.

And they look but that is all.
She feels their eyes upon her form
and thinks they'd like to see it All.
They'd see that shed that which keeps her warm.

So at last she slowly strips
on that corner for all who care to see
underneath a sky that wanly drips
until her limbs are all set free.

And now she quivers in the wind
as her frock lays all around;
an embarrassed sugar maple tree
autumn leaves all on the ground.