turning rock
releases sun
to warm elsewhere
no others
shining
in her stead
not visibly
not from where i stand
leaning in
against tipping orbit
squinting
hoping to see two
or even three
when eyelashes interlace
like hungry fingers
turning rock
releases sun
to warm elsewhere
no others
shining
in her stead
not visibly
not from where i stand
leaning in
against tipping orbit
squinting
hoping to see two
or even three
when eyelashes interlace
like hungry fingers
on being... 
I admire your great pen,
and love your excellent poems,
and enjoy your choices of images.
All the best, ā¤
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thank you so much š it’s wonderful to know someone is reading!!
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