HOMELY PSALM
A plain face has its own estate –
So easy to adorn –
Enhancement almost effortless –
A smile can cancel scorn.
A low grace has its own reward –
No vanity to flaunt –
Reminded by forgetfulness
The emptiness of vaunt.
Familiar countenance is home –
To welcome frailty
As echo of a former age
Beyond debility.
The dead are not presumable –
They leave a vivid trace
Of helix-sculpted elegance –
Dimensions out of place.
(16 September 2010, Provo, Utah)
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