"look"
{ part of the sundays spent collection }

yellow sundress in a vacant wheat field
amidst the daises, who
gently flow
in the breath of vernal air
beautiful
like her sunhat that folds her ears over
streaming sepia waves
cascade
down
the
clavicle,
highlighted in quilted sunlighted
between the trees
shaded with a paisley
shawl
of verdantesque life
regardes, la,
elle danse entre les abres
avec une
sourire,
mais
pourquoi?
le ciel devient gris
like my cold eyes
how they complement each other
as though
a
fated pair, les deux,
like her eyes
are
destined
to close



while




we
















kiss.