Down, into the water, girls face, first In the grey depths Astride. Legs twisted in still shoulder hunched over, still - Words. Perfectly poised to but a few chairs, at tables Empty some, clung to the edges by a few small girls - a few. Who else to watch? Nothing else to do Bored though. Writing notes still Why not? Women tell fables, tales and fables Anecdotes of politics. As little as they're able simplified for softer ears.
Shes beautiful. Quite. Well, she's not bad sitting there, grey hair, clad coat and perfume; sweet smelling politics. Soft around the edges. Don't stand up. Quietly exit Learn nothing. Feel cold. Inside. Lost hope Utopia slipping through manicured fingertips like soap.