Another human face
amalgamated in today
to place its yellow, pink
and black voluminousness
into white unheeding
space in front of me.
I never ask for anything
I get. But I don’t fret –
I have the prize, no matter
how disturbing are its
contours or its colors
or its size – or if it has,
like this one, more than
usually pensive inexplicably
tormented eyes: as if
it thinks I might decode,
define the strangeness
in its carnival disguise.
I hate to have to tell
this pink, black, yellow
man I never can.
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