Why do I write today?
The beauty of
the terrible faces
of our nonenties
stirs me to it:
coloured women
day workers
old and experiences-
returning home at dusk
in cast off clothing
faces like
old Florentine oak.
also
The set pieces
Of our faces stir me-
leading citizens-
but not
in the same way.
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