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Eyes

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

I remember you
the last time,
when everything
I did grated on
you
and spilled
out of your eyes
onto the ground.

Even the black dog,
the one you carried
in your arms
out of that place,
tried to catch your
eyes,
but you turned
away.

I tried not to look at
the disappointment
that spilled
out over her eyes
onto the ground.

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