Invariance of the WavesA Poem by Elisa Remsen
Her dark blue eyes scanning the horizon. To what end? In hopes of spying a wave more engrossing than the last? No new activity had transpired on that skyline for two years. Thus her constant searching was enigmatic to me, But not unbidden, for it gave me more time to be near her, watch the freckles appear on her dainty nose and watch her delicate hands brush loose strands of penny bleached blond from her eyes. Those navy eyes that watched. © 2010 Elisa RemsenAuthor's Note
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