Francine Deux

Times we thought to share, the yellow light of feasting, she dreams of nowhere, let others condone, that passing disease, of broken homes, more than any flair, she'll do what's needed, including what's fair, love's angry tones, sweeps down to her knees, like broken water, thoughts hide her despair, I know why she's leaving, the duties of care, a used loading stone, she stands by the sea, swears that it's over, at play or in prayer, she cries when released, wonders if she'll dare, s it isn't easy.