Robert M. Simmons  

from Tracings (Poems 1964-1992)     

                  Mannequin

Amid the crystal lights and silver trees

of the Christmas rush in the market place,

a crowd of harried shoppers hardly sees

a mannequin dressed in velvet and lace.

Though subtle the tones of her skin and hair,

though her movements be made with flawless poise,

but a handful of persons stops to stare

among the last minute bustle and noise.

A pretty shell she is, no less, no more,

rendered unique by surface perfection,

beneath the facade, empty at the core.

I demand too much from one creation--

surrounded by the faulty and the rough,

is not the burden of beauty enough?

                             © 2003 by Robert M. Simmons

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