he has the ocean in his eyes
speckled emerald & sky
she holds the forest
heartbeats of baby roots, creeks, rocks
& redwood colliding
to gentle swish-sway of everglades
tilting to where sun
unribs fallen yellow and red maple leaves
in the stillness
-calibration of wishbones, chances & crossroads-
settles on his grey hair, soft bubble of rain-
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Poetics: Look Into My Eyes, hosted by Mish. I have responded to the prompt of incorporating the eyes, to my post.
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