I see your face in every stranger’s mask I meet
I see your face in the garden of a dying flower’s last retreat
I see your face in the windows of stores down the street
I see your face on the map in a subway car when at my seat
I see your face within the cereal bowl of my milk and wheat
I see your face in a Halloween night chocolate candy treat
I see your face when listening to my favorite musical beat
I see your face at my favorite restaurant in the city where I eat
I see your face when I look down at my moving walking feat
I see your face at a music concert during the summer heat
I see your face in my apartment when it’s clean and neat
I see your face in my mind when I talk to my best friend Pete
I see your face in every stranger’s mask I meet
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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