chiseled form, from Barre gray granite,
skin sandblasted smooth perfect,
her arresting sideways glance,
seeing me, seeing me not,
this undirected glazed gaze directed
at my now and for a momentarily, an ever, a mixed
conflagration conflating,
the emotional paradigm worth an inestimable fortuna,
and the fleeting of a passing stranger,
a sculptor keeps and captures, an everlasting grace,
this face, this face, a smile rising above
the tragedies of human living’s burdens
and walk past her, on my way to work,
and bid
her grace,
for each of our own solitudes
3/21/26
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 12:23 PM UTC
chiseled form, from Barre gray granite,
skin sandblasted smooth perfect,
her arresting sideways glance,
seeing me, seeing me not,
this undirected glazed gaze directed
at my now and for a momentarily, an ever, a mixed
conflagration conflating,
the emotional paradigm worth an inestimable fortuna,
and the fleeting of a passing stranger,
a sculptor keeps and captures, an everlasting grace,
this face, this face, a smile rising above
the tragedies of human living’s burdens
and walk past her, on my way to work,
and bid
her grace,
for each of our own solitudes
3/21/26
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