Portraits II

He didn’t say the first thing
that came into his head
when I told him about you.
On principle, he took the trouble
to find out how it looked
from where I sat.
“Of course,” he said, smiling
through his own tears.

                        *

Facing death, his eyes still twinkled,
his nose crinkled with laughter as
he did his mundane daily tasks with
a quiet, almost mischievous joy—
one foot in heaven already.

                        *

Seeing just a reflection of his own face
bouncing off the inside of his sunglasses,
he wondered why he kept bumping into things,
why the world looked dark.

                        *

The Official Arbiter of People’s Worth
sat at her desk, full of self-satisfaction,
her only problem in the world being
tendonitis of the knee, from stepping once
too often on the trap door button shunting
people off to her personal Realm of Oblivion.

                        *

The woman smiled, grimaced,
bore down, reached inside herself
for strength beyond her control,
as she felt the poem
make its way through her passages,
heedless of her own cries.

                        *

The rotund man pointed out our absurdities,
lovingly tweaked our noses,
then left his calling card.
“Denizen of the Deep,” it said,
as he skipped away, juggling
several balls on the end of his cane.

                        *

One day, looking deep into her internal mirror,
shocked to find that she did not particularly like
the person there, at least at that moment. The sign
said, “No Exchanges Allowed,” leaving her quizzical,
but determined not to bury the impression.

                        *

Wrap-around shades, tough-guy jaw,
unsmiling cold stare on his face,
flag decal on the truck, pit bull
straining at his chains in the back.
“Whew! Quite an unfriendly planet
you have here,” the extraterrestrial
noted, shaking his heads.

                        *

Heart on her sleeve, sleeves rolled up,
she ministers to everyone, simply
passing along the love she has found
at the core of everything.

                        *

Steering the boat as best he can,
winds howling around him,
he keeps a vigilant eye out for hidden rocks.
Not pulled off course even by the
rather large sea creature sighted alongside,
he relishes the ocean spray in his face
as he heads for safer waters, and home.

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