On The Outside


How beautiful must it be
To hold your seeds on the outside
Like a strawberry does

To be blue eyed. To have a blue note about you.

How beautiful is the full moon
To show all her craters to every moon-gazer
To rest calm on her sky pedestal

And how beautiful is the child in each one of us
Waiting for a stage to come on

How stupid are the painted masks we wear.

Yet how healing are the turpentine tears
We shed, when no one is about.