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Nothing—
I see in your eyes.
*
I see in your eyes
refracted light
careening birds
tumbleweed somersaults
of other children.
*
Next to me—
Sighing.
*
Sighing
hush of life
small hand in mine
eyes closed,
afraid.
*
I reach out—
Touch seasons passing.
*
Touch seasons passing
blindly
pausing
on the precipice
of change.
About the Creator
Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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