Masks I Have Met
She was an exotic, erotic beautiful peacock
Flamingly gorgeous feathers could not hide her mystique
We instinctively knew the hidden woman was a firecracker.
Green eyes gave me a come-hither look and I swooned.
He was a bandit; afraid of no bank tellers
Taking money out of the hands of the rich.
Darkly disturbing, hiding his humanness
I cringed when I saw him enter the bank.
She was a giggly snip, left over from the fifties.
Her hard shell had two perfectly cut out circles.
I knew she was uncomfortable; for it was not a good fit.
But I could do nothing to help her; it was the way she was made.
He is lying in a gutter, stepped on and smudged.
Wrinkled, with a turned corner so you can see a bit of blue.
Lots of white; one of his strings has been broken.
Pandemic is over; no need for him anymore.
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