Poolside eyes,
up to my knees in
iris, mint,
azure hues:
I cannot do them justice
but neither could she.
In the fall,
she’d change with the leaves:
green to gold,
clumsily.
Cool air hazed the space between
fact and illusion.
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
Poolside eyes,
up to my knees in
iris, mint,
azure hues:
I cannot do them justice
but neither could she.
In the fall,
she’d change with the leaves:
green to gold,
clumsily.
Cool air hazed the space between
fact and illusion.
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