the wisdom of your eyesight
*begins with you legs that turn the body’s odyssey
away, sort of, in the general right direction
but thou stiff neck person, yet still turns away
from what the eyesight will see when the eye shadows lift
thine eyes cast down still seek escape, with last minute haste,
but my pointer finger rests easygoing beneath thy chin
where the finger meets, lifts, thy softened chin tissue,
to look directly at your proffered savior, an electric election circuitry
this head-on-collision of two pair, beat by a full house,
when the combined wisdom of caring lifts two up,
ah, the best writ we ever scripted,
the best hand we ever played
if your eyes should cloud,
upon reading this,
this is too, a kind of wisdom,
wisdomkind*
for S.B.