there’s so much innocence left in the woman
of the young girl
who dreams of what she never had
and sees
through the magnification of salt
as though through diamonds
how casually
love is handed out but not to her.
Only later, watching how her body leads
her step by awful
step towards her death
(like seed that falls on impervious stuff
and not on soil),
she feels betrayed.
Poem
Like seed that falls
Jenny Pollak