Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

The Eyes Have It

Her gray eyes smile

above her mask,

crows feet dancing

along the edges,

in response to my

joke about the

unpronounceable name

of my new prescription,

reminding me that

there can still

be joyful connection

even when all of

the world it seems

is masked.

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