Emptied Eyes
Each memory a breeze
brushed cheek of hinted fall
when in the summer grass her grace so tall
seasons: winter, spring, come one or all
Never there, without her stare.
Never saw.
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2020
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