A Year of Poems – Day 158

I cannot read eyes
although I know the words.
The look and lift
and cock-eyed glance,
the lingering gaze that flicks away,
the fuzzy face that never focuses,
the look that weighs a soul.
Eyes speak with eloquence,
gesturing on the street corner of my heart
with all the passion of an evangelist
and words I cannot understand.

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