Pale Daughters 4
Pale daughters wash between their ears
always requiring a shine
playing chicken
They ignore the red traffic lights
claiming they want a real life
A life without jewels
They jostle for manufactured joys
Tempus Fugit
How they age disgracefully
hollow like a shell
They gain your trust
then play cat and mouse
Viva la difference in reverse
they are only harvesters of
an autumnaless garden
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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