What Do You See - Poem by Michael Poston
What do you see in a dirty puddle,
can you make out the beautiful reflection?
Most people would just look right through to the mud,
but I'm heartsick with seeing more than whats there.
What do you see in yourself,
I know what i see but can you?
Do you see what you do when I get close,
how you tempt me but cover the smoke?
What do you see when your wide open,
because you make it harder than it is?
You seem to adjust to the open angles,
when I try to admire your tenderness.
What do you see in the future?
I hope there's room for me,
but if you can't even see the rose in the puddle,
What can you see?
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