Trees bend,
along with sapling’s stretching.
As they grow
their bark and phloem show
whorls of experience ~
surface patterns we view and touch,
inner systems ~ we mine to understand earth’s history.

Yet capitalism’s beauty marketing
tempts aging humans
to barter their lines
in ‘cream-faced loon’* land

place of ‘miracle drops’

cosmetics

to stave the ‘droop’

industry of over 380 billion$ in 2019’s global market ~
more than current estimates of what we need to end world hunger

Otherwise rationals try retinol

Roc’s ‘anti-sagging firming fluid’
at $2500.00 per liquid litre
it does not come from a cow

As if human dignity were only about ‘stiff’ uppers

what’s not to like - participating in gravity’s flow?

True - Christian ethos eschews
the downward slope
as ‘evil’s easy route’

Yet Nature & human-made things
abound with ramps & slants
If hammocks didn’t yield - how would you relax?

Willows in breezes allow
undulating leaves

curves
in drapery
&flowing gowns
endure with a downward pull

Sofa cushions’ hug
~ all yielding,
counting on
a dip & a swag

the ‘wrinkle’
as ‘seasoned’ aesthetic
could transmute crinkle crowds to ‘pleasing’.

Like Crozier’s ‘My Last Erotic Poem’
where the sagging flap
as ‘joyous’

To rework a riff from
eternally-skewed man band, 
the Rolling Stones’
‘Jumpin’ Jack Flash’

‘It sags -

yes, yes, yes.’