You have two faces

that you neatly turn one

way or the other–one fitted 

with smiles, so caring and mild,

and the other drawn in lemon sour.

 

I see both,  and  to me the sour turns,

but others see the sunny side and

never suspect that the other resides–

never see through to the after time,

when all have gone away, and its

me that’s left to see this nether mask.

 

8/9/2020