FIRST SIGHT

morning on the eyes

breathing

without trying,

feet to the floor,

a moon landing

arriving,

stretching like

canvas dried in

the sun

watercolors of the

room observed

the mirror of truth

exposes the shades

of a face

preparing to change

washing

and then leaving


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