Medusa

A poem

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A person’s image.
What another sees.
What another interprets.

Some will see flowers.
Effusing perfumed scent,
sprouting leaves and tubers.

Some will see a Medusa head.
Exploding angry hisses,
spitting venom like vipers.

You need not a Rorschach test.
Your eyes are working fine.
It is perspective that’s talking.

Above the Clouds

Godspeed