a beautiful face is the best medicine—

a beautiful face is the best medicine—
said someone, somewhere—you might say—

how in a hurry—with such discipline—
he looks so, to find his way:

man to bright light, good reason & play
is king, brother, lover and honest observer,

like sun-centered, but only by day,
bidding you look up, however much further

and shine—for all by him— today,
healing, breathing—if only today—