Traces of Perfection

by Robert Waters
(Middleburg, FL)

True beauty is unaware, indisposed,
vulnerable to a passing moment.
It shines in flashes
that escape the confinements of clutches.
It wavers in pools of disbelief
and beckons understanding.
There is no label for its purity
and nothing may hold it to flame.

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