Bait-out
星期二 十二月 30, 2008 1:21 pm
Her slim fingers crossed,
the resort agent darts a silent glance at us.
Her smiles suddenly bloom.
Seating us in the corner,
she asks us about our purpose.
It is obvious, like white butterflies
fluttering in the web,
we are hooked with promises.
Her tongue grows an apple tree,
with fruits in sight.
But our firm decision cuts down her growth.
She shrugs, wondering
when her two jobs could meet her ends.
Through shattered web,
we grasp our savings –
Out of fantasy, we must go home.