Props
My dog walk was book-ended
by two too-imperfect women –
new strangers – Their battles –
out-doing each other – were a
series of hugged conflicts in a
war of love [to have men bent
to favour] – Their soured lives
will never sweeten when love
is a unequal agreement – Live
without any minacious props
to hold you – [one who hasn’t
learned to stand when alone]