a weightless space


your eyes are

the silent, dizzy conversation

between trust and doubt

                          between land and sky

beset upon sun-dried,

fraying wicker;

a mirror in a field

of hay.


your irises

flakes of flint


my steely, shielding


over every earthly


all certainty

set to flame.

© 2020 courtney lavender

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