Lesser Dreams

A Poem

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And then there’s beauty,

standardized,

We think,

to some illusive

But generally agreed to

average,

So needed—

necessary—

For our confident place

in group.

What, then, for those,

as I,

Who’s smile reflects

less clearly?

Who will take our hands—

say love to us?

Tears relieve

but do not mitigate.

Lesser dreams…

or none.                    

A Hill resident, the author believes that the appreciation of art should not be influenced by the vagaries or prejudices of biography.