Second Gaze

Within insides
buried in insides
are expectations
held close to the bosom
that when you gaze
to the mirror
the face of God
gazes back

an image promised

yet when a gaze
yields haze
the clouded judgment
of a
Los Angeles summer

you are confused
for where is God
and how must He
be found

in the muddled
of dust and dross
which the mirror whispers
in the sly of its gaze


yet upon second look
He is there

the mystery unveiled
bewilderment and beguilement
rampant running in

wrinkles formed in the worries
of no matter

for to always look second glance
a friend looks back
lips upturned in smile

and all is well.

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