met this face of prejudice
it was cool, calm
like an early spring breeze
on not yet melted sea.

her lips spoke
full of nothing familiar,
unexplored territory
yet, i knew her way well
by the looks she gave

as for the movement of her damp thoughts
sought out loud to confirm
notes as bookmarks
of her history.

i concentrated on what was not
to be revealed in what she had
allowed the periphery
to be
showing:

life line most alike trees
whom reach to be risen
scattering all that ever rose,
served purpose,
to die
before them.

i read and recognized
newtons apple theory, by the shape of her head

and of what she declined
while deciding.