Tuesday, May 31, 2022

poem

 Eclair

We want to be known:

Someone to be seen through

The mists and veils.


No one controls 

How we’re viewed:

Doctor customer poet

Or random guy in the hall


The lady with robust brows

The kid pilfering chocolate eclairs  

When the moms are all talking.


You get seen no matter what.

It isn't for you to tell

The gawker in the street

What he ought to be seeing 


Look at yourself 


5/31/22

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