A FACE / U. S. C. Campus |
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A face.
You know the kind.
Round cheeks that rise to meet.
A perfect nose.
A chin without a blemish.
Forehead complimenting eyes,
deep set, never staring
and yet not vacant
All of it. All of it
converging on a mouth
too supple and too perfect
to be true,
yet true as truth is.
Sometimes just a face,
fresh and scrubbed
encircled by a halo of cascading hair.
A head, a face indented in a head.
The beauty of it passing
breaks your heart,
stops your breath,
kills your memory of all faces.
You see it once
and don't forget its symmetry
until the next intruding face
comes passing in review.from "Folio No. 42", Autumn, |
