And then there’s beauty,
standardized,
We think,
to some illusive
But generally agreed to
average,
So needed—
necessary—
For our confident place
in group.
What, then, for those,
as I,
Who’s smile reflects
less clearly?
Who will take our hands—
say love to us?
Tears relieve
but do not mitigate.
Lesser dreams…
or none.
A Hill resident, the author believes that the appreciation of art should not be influenced by the vagaries or prejudices of biography.
