bent branch, 2/3


To proof that interest is pure transparency
And material, is no longer her dependency
Ironically! Really! They just want her body!
Clearly, her Dream never passes the lobby

Fab/fable. Poetry, gesture are predictable
Connections and affections are negligible
Youth! The shaded truth, aged so quickly.
True love too, left the retina so constantly

In every action, her mind said: “I doubt it”
A day to years, she never thought about it
It brought indifference to comes and goes
‘One grows, but only the other one knows’

© Ricardo Sexton