Portrait

sun-scarred eyes

granite hard and grey

ingrained, glittering

in joyous inclusion,

the wildest blooming

tendrils entwine

and a sea-change,

rolling upwards in

a great green mass

through exquisite

fissured, always

firm, momentous

eyes; conversant

with the earth, as

his, as it will ever

be: an expectation

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