a masked man
walks among
passersby
noticing faces
hoping somehow
to uncover
familiarity
in their eyes
lines etched
from worry
anguish
guilt
laughter
the mask
is his own face
sullen from his
task of locating
others of his ilk
looking for a familiar
reflection
in their eyes
echoes in voices
fading out
acceptance
that this is a just
pursuit
Rick Lambert
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/field-studies/
