All things looking of You
By Tyler Mobley
Ripples trail a seaward vessel
spreading curves, a rhythm we
rolled once or twice.
Dewy garden mornings find web woven
portraits by Picasso legged spiders,
“a fly for the effort.”
Birds gather in honor,
Roman starlings perform under twilight,
fluttering human forms sing songs
of dedication, they knew
you always listened.
A name glimpsed in bubble
breathes held on a tub floor,
before bursting nevermore.
A lasting adieu with
all things looking of you.
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