Besmeared I see
Career and countenance
On the stony contours
Of her face

Yet beads of sweet
On forehead
And yellow
Of an evasive butterfly
On finger tips

Accept it
Some colours get stronger
When you rub them off

A mud smear
On that frill of frock
How high can you fly?

Beneath the loft
of crafty styles
Lies untouched

Tiny in-erasable
foot prints
the scent of mud
and butterflies
with colour
blurred out!

Dunkin Donuts
December 7,1999

Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

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