LOOKS
One cannot help another’s look,
one’s fine features shall not spread
to the other as dry twigs ganging
would
under the tyranny of the match.
This is a shame as I understand them,
for the way at the table we talked
was uneasy in her beauty, in my inequality.
Too bad her looks could not to me
extend
like the tea she spilled near the
end.
St-Lambert, circa 1982.
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