Self, Do I Love Thee

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The many vibrant portraits of God’s face
fill the sky,
reflecting sephias on oceans and seas in broad daylight,
needing no like;
glowing at their brightest in most somber nights–
I cannot ask, why–
Though gazing wet my eyes.

In my Kipling wallet
not even a one-by-one
is there yet. . .
just an Aloha State ID—
you bet. . .
a timid grin then—
I can’t help.
“Stars,”
the nice sistah said.
A nod is a humble yes.
 
 
 
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