the sense of other,
a language he did not
quite speak,
a constant, inward
eye roving the rough
places in his being,
attempting perfection.
When he mentioned
perfection he noticed
how others grinned
at each other.
Turns out, in the final
analysis, standing back
from the portrait, he was
part of the ink all along.
Author Bio:
JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. His blog is jddehartwritings.blogspot.com.