Her Moon Eyes

Imploring,
almost overpowering in their blue
depth holding, unblinking
Startling strangers

What will she witness
Flickers of shadow cross their innocence
as she takes in
the world’s
uneven nature

Those moon pools pull tides
swallow faces, whole
words, even sounds swirl in her
wide as the ocean skies

Crescents of blue mirth
or watery fear
What means socket, Mama?
What means blind?

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