Faces Poem by Anthony Liccione
Faces
Rare and raw
looking to find fault -
world pressed of pressure
faces of every size, sex
colorless like drizzle drops
of rain on the window clinging
aloof with nowhere to go
but a car windshield
a tear of water inches
down connecting like dot-
to-dots growing bigger
when the arm of God
swishes through -
like lightning, merciless
swiping the slate of glass
clean of his creation.
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