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Life in Her Eyes

I was born in the south. I live in the south and will die in the south. This is only a small part of the memories I share.

Look into her eyes.

Look into her eyes.

One flash, one sparkle, one twinkle to know

Her eyelashes cry out a muted summons

Of where I exist, here to dust, to stay in the snow.

Halted sunshine, lavish death, falls the gunman.


Trips in seconds time taking away shadows near

Walks slowly, stumbling, in cursings below.

Going down in raven’s cloud—ghosts now appear.

I fail to touch. I fail to reach. I fail to know.


Floods ravish my acres and disease takes legs

Frogs, snakes, and beautiful trolls stop

Drunkards loud, thieves are proud, kings bow to beg.

Shadows drop as daylight kill the words drop.


Her eyes held life in trivial time

In a sparkle, just an infinite sparkle

Hands shake in yesterday’s rhyme.

Statues love; females in faded marble.


Her lashes, her endless sights unseen

Touch without hands, need of travel

Lavish the honey, dash the spring.

I miss her lashes, I now start to unravel.


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