Leave me bare as the trees
Born as the flowers
And blue as the summer sky and then
Watch the falling leaves devour the sidewalk clean
Until the ending rain beings to freeze
And falls like feathers
Again and again

Don’t grow old she said,
“keep your muscles tight and your figure small”
“..and have a little fun with the boys”

You see, your back will curve like the windy seaside road of Route One,
and your body will fall,
fall straight down to the depths of lost and unremarkable time.

But worst of all, your mind will play *****,
it will make you question everything you once knew so well,
it becomes your worst enemy.
Yet, you ironically don’t want it to slip away any further.

“Stay young, darling...” she said,
“..time is your own illusion, so pretend as if it is never there.”

All her poems she writes
Pour out of her heart
As if a secret that was
kept for years

it takes seconds to break
what it takes years to make.