Friday, 31 March 2017

Face (March)

[Portrait] Eyes, that have read uncountable words, retained books, seen things we’ve never seen, watched everywhere, laugh still at childhood view of the same sea. Mouth, that’s said wrong things at the right time, right things at the wrong time, and so on, and who of us hasn’t. Ears heard even music of celestial night, the very best instruction followed usually, unutterable gossip, and like us their fair share of crapola. Hair, that’s been combed every day every way, what to do with it, the agreed routine, rather like us, rainbow roots even, but still it will snow before March.

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