Staring
At dinner, I stopped and stared at you.
The way an ant stares at a blade of grass
Or a heathen at a temple
And the way a child lays on a carpet in front of cartoons on tv
Staring
Or how the moon needs the earth but can only stare.
The waiter kept walking away
Like a bee above a blooming array
And how a meadow looks at snow
Wondering when
The river will fill it again
And make it green
Like your eyes
Staring at my blue.
Our eyes are soldiers in a field of grass
Bending each blade with our walk
Staring like the face of a rock
Below a mountaintop.
Like a branch and its peach
Our love seems out of reach.
I wish you’d cry your green into my blue
That’s how much I’m staring at you.
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