Wednesday, August 15, 2012

under the eyes

A pair of old moments
you and I
staring at the see back mirror
like big mountains shade over acres of land

Something we are
only dawn understands
leaving remnant red behind
sunday morning's eyes
we are lucky with our
saddle bags full of love



zonedin said...

Makes me think of those bees carrying the puffy pouches of pollin on their legs, which they spread all around from flower to flower.

rivercat said...

hi zoned, thanks, that is a nice analysis of it :)