Can’t see it, if it’s meant to be
aaaame that’s there, what you see:
brown eyes, lines sprinkling
aaaafrom each, is done, not none,
one of billions, here now,
aaaasunk into nothing, to come:
black eyebrows, arched or frowned
aaaanotes on a page, undone.
Published in Takahe 79, Winter 2013.
