I saw a picture of peace, in a simple kitchen
scene, hair in dark ringlets a face of middle
age, and eyes as deep as wells.
A humble home, a woman of peasant stock. A
glance so dull, yet deep in cost, in this I saw
peace in trade a life of cost, for this single
scene.
What price those eyes, what price such depth?
A simple scene, a lifetime made. One
glance and then, it’s gone.
By Jason Cain.
Currently posted on my website: http://zeropointman.com/peace-in-trade/