The gleam of your eyes even in winter
the cool blue of Californian pools
her thick chocolatey hair in a braid
the cascading heel bite of old blue jeans
his tiny laugh like strumming a taut string
the mountains and valleys of my gold keys.
from anything to everything and all things between
from the bottom to the top and all of my heart beneath,
i love this place and i love the things it keeps.
the spots of a foal’s coat
and that mirror of a sky reflecting her.
the constellations up on those heavens
like the dust on my car window.
the line of beady black ants
marching to birdsong’s beat.
the cycles repeat for all eternity,
they always have, always will be,
only god putting a celestial hand between.
they may not be safe to time’s decay,
but they’re secure in every eye to grace gaia
and all eardrums thrashing away.
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