Just Another Face
in an ever changing crowd,
She winks impishly
--- Played again, and yet again,
She'd surely curse and spit. ---
She chooses Her words carefully
inside the mystery
that people are to each other,
inside the mystery
that people are to themselves.
Copyright © Gary Onderisin | Year Posted 2019
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