What of the young Donna Reclining with book in hand A sigh circling her lips A glaze greeting her gaze Her thoughts bored of days Endless days Depthless days Where every voice and all actions Are slowly stewed In rich stock of routine And people arrive, bowls in hand Forming long, bending lines Like the Depressions of old Where defeat, distrust, damage Linger and lay Within the sleepless eyes of many
Inspired by the painting A Decadent Girl by Ramon Casas