Faces

city streets reveal life's stories painted on blank faces

soft warm shades aglow with hope

a child gapes at new places 

a wrinkled canvas aged hollow stare

tight lips press on despite the loss of trust

from the bus alight beneath the hats and hair

how can you be so intent on looking at the concrete

sunlight sparkles through the leaves ruffled by a passing breeze 

she will never glimps that gleem fearful that our eyes might meet

a gallery of hopes and needs love and loss achieved denied

chisled brushed or molded baked and fired framed or folded

faces are the medium for all we try to lock inside