They're lovely, these facades;
so beautifully constructed,
so carefully articulated --
really, quite convincingly lifelike
(though the heads, I think,
are a bit large; out of proportion)
-- but it's safe now
to set them down,
to lay them aside,
to leave them in the soft grass
and step away;
to allow your real self
in all its power and perfection
to appear; to walk and greet
the grass, the leaves, the sky
and other selves
as the brothers and sisters
they were born to be.
1 comment:
Great puppets. (I'm assuming they are, anyway.)
Poem suits them perfectly.
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