Joseph S. Josephides
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Gioconda, Mona Lisa
Gioconda, why do you smile confusing the folks and experts?
Do you stare at me, for I insist that Sundays follow Mondays?
For I consider the cloud as smoke though it rains a whole life?
Is it because I’m a tree hiding my roots away for economy?
Cause I work for others who breathe my oxygen at no cost?
Do you smile for we can’t separate the white from the blank,
flour from heroine, cinder of fireplace from the ashes of war?