My "usual" Sunday posting(s)

Unmasked

Thankless, I toil
on this foreign soil
I call my home

I feel entombed

Drenched under the hot sun

I am one in a million

not so rare

fast forgotten

I am faceless
I feed the blank stares
of a nation that is taught graciousness

Unpretty

chipped, hot fuchsia
nonchalant imperfection
reflection of a failing?
or one who is flailing?

glazed eyes do not see
shielded by sunny daze
the dark comfort
my darkglasses bring


Petal P. Rose