Little Eyes
lifting random hushes of grey green,
gentle pushes and unknown time
of salt sprinkled quiet and solitary
mist,
rising;
lifted;
speckled sand; flecked dunes
clumps grass blades,
their yellow curled tips
watching;
a small girl;
single tiny impressions
on level reaches home.
and the waves watching,
urchins but children of the sea,
learn their moods and reasons
searching in her eyes.
Copyright © Dave Martsolf | Year Posted 2015
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