Single Malts - and other odd Musings

See How He Looks


Idle moments while I replay
        tapes of memory in my mind

        clear rivulet wash on sand
                  bright flash of winging bird
                          eyes in love and supplication
                                                               quest in mine
ahh – early child almost a stranger
peering down the imagined
reaches of the future
                                            See
                                                   how
                                                           he
looks!







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