I believe in someone you can’t just believe in at once,
in a juggler,
what’s real crumbles in his hands
and then comes back the same,

the close viewers’ watchful eyes
make him laugh.

Women who greet him are confused
nothing distracts them,
they’re prey birds ready to attack
driven away from their nests.

Each one of them proves her ability
they bite from the men’s looks
then they dump them
and conciliatory move on.

I believe in their nerves hit by their disdain;
they’re like ropes
that past hangs from
and never comes back.

I expect it happen with the women I see.