Unlike nature
or sidewalk garbage or fingernail length,
portraits of love stamped in our eyes
stay static, unchanged.

Intellect or derelict, vagrant or wealthy,
the portraits endure
births and deaths, marriages and miscarriages.

Indulging in portrait graffiti
defaces memories. Yet
foundations endure.

Portraits of love stamped in our eyes
need organizing.
Stories and tragedies,
adventures and excursions bubble up.

And we organize, so we may improvise,
seemingly effortlessly,
onto new portraits
with a stamp unique our own.




- artwork by Beverly Pepper -
- mailed to Kentucky -