Past Pretending
does the bush on his face
hide his smile or scorn?
what if each whisker was plucked?
would it hurt?
would hundreds of miles away
zoom close to home,
soft as a newborn
cradled and miniature —
dollhouse size...
far far away,
a dot in the apple
of my eye —
a microscopic teardrop
9/3/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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