The Mask
I know your face
hidden behind the mask
imagining your frown or your smile cast
that wrinkled brow taken all to task,
that raised lip holding back your words now asked,
welcome to the masquerade,
the ball started hours ago without visible faces at this parade;
but now your here in our deluded charade
ready for the ballroom trot and tears escapade.
Smile for me
with your cheeks raised
lips pursing in an unseen smile ablaze
clamoring for wiser folks to passionately praise
that old and the young mesmerized in the pandemic maze,
keep that mask clear of any virus trace
covering your beautiful protected space
enticing and enamoring the mystery and grace
of all the hidden emotion upon your face.
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