Not If Its True Poem by Cee Bea

She became a vestige
that rebuffed betrayal
of oft pushed clouds
behind painted steel

understanding my sine
was for her
...not a problem

I was glad.

no one else saw it,
while those who might
gain glimpses through the
thick brown brush
only stared

I
have been watching a frozen rose.
its on the way
to the store.
Its might to be...
gave cause to revision

because
beauty does not
diminish,
not if its true