Without A TraceA Poem by PeteNo face which we can give to a matter will stead us so well at last as the truth. This alone wears well. - ThoreauImage: pixabay.com with a timeless, equivocal smile on replete lips of reciprocal dignity and irony eyelashes like da vinci's very brush i swan dive into the pooled depths of gilded eyespulling myself up on the everest of rising cheekbones feeling my way along the stacato lines in a forehead of pasteurized milk through the knowing way of indulgent, nasal passages corrugated, artesian hair outlining all a sharp rise before an inevitable fall your angelic, covid-masked face disappearing without a trace © 2022 PeteAuthor's Note
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