Watering blue eyes…by G. Mramor

Watering blue eyes and the green passage between us

Divets where tractors ran up the brush and you on a mounting road looking back down on a tree you knew

Words written you can count the seven you spelt and the three she wrote after for your comfort

The side of a cow open as if to give milk to the wolves and hounds who cross before you now like fiends of friends

Leaves wracking the crush in you and a broken cup of moon spilling words on the love who moves on the mirror all around

Crucified selfless on the tree and blue eyes watering the green passage between us now

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