Poems and Songs


Peering into the dish

At the magic square of sensitised paper, 

I see that first, feint map of your face appear

With all the expected features in the proper places.

But no hint yet of expression.  Will it be frown or smile.

I find myself trying intently to read your mood,

Just as I might look up to scrutinise

The fully developed woman entering a room.



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