what i figured was

the best people

are the disinterested

unfailing trust
i adorn their sweeping gaze with

in which i am but a bit

of information the brain can forget

a pixel dispensable,
blurred or cropped

out of the things that matter

out of that which must be won

the indifferent know a good joke

and wear their laughter

in the crow's feet of their eyes,

nowhere is a more honest gaze

sue quirante