Unperturbed

With a final drive
words open and split
when they sap
the long winding path
to the heart.

She'd purge her sins
and fix them in daisy chains,
whereas his wild roses
would fade aspiring
to a kind of indifference.

When she leaves, he stays
with his books.
Laughter from her room
shuts him out.
Next he sees her
down below in the rain,
frisky in her red dress,
jumping puddles.