Do you see them? They deliver your mail, they give you
your morning cup of java, they hand you
your change. I know you won’t see their paparazzi pics in the glossies
or those sleazy websites that feed the hungry, hungry need.
No spotlight for your neighbors, no fame for your lovers, no stars
to glitter for your pleasure. And yet, you will find
a heart you know, can trust, believe in. Blood coursing
through pliant veins and eyes that mirror your joy, absorb
the tears of your disappointments. Every man, every woman
you will find, though the path may meander and sometimes rocks
may make you stumble. Laughing
they will call out to your wonder and you can shout back,
I hear you, I see you, you are mine! We belong
to each other. There really is no other.
© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019
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