her eyes flicker
the green land
lush and rolling
wild lavender hips
all beyond
his cars window
brought to shine
reflective
the passing
seen
a classic movie show
the softness held
to your face
all blurry full
his world shown
outside
with its riddles
yet untold
mystery
and majesty
monuments
glaze
a distant horizon
white birds of
El Dorado
towarding
hope
the promise
and a song
such crazy joy
a boy’s skipping feet
with laces
undone.
Photo by: Myra
maysa-maria peterson
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