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How Far to Eastwood?
By Steven Joseph McCrystal
Upon passing by my personal space - at any point of day
You’ll see a stone-cold chiseled scowl adorn my sweet angelic face
Not a hint, not a drop, not a breathe of me, escapes the mists of doom
Some say I’m really dour, my love, some say I’m full of gloom
Some say my face is stuck, my love, transfixed with resolutions
Some say my face is broken with that look of retribution
A dead pan poker face as straight as any crooked road
That cherished look of toothache: the joys, I can always hear you goad
A look that shouts, beat it, get lost, and go far, far, away,
A look of indignation. A look of not today
But maybe one day soon, my love, I’ll soak on something sweeter
My heart will melt, my lips will split, and I’ll crack a smile that’s cuter
#Unreal #Poetry #Homage #ClintEastwood #Imagery #Personality #Ekphrastic
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