eye of the beholder

the vibrant purple wink caught his desolate eye

and squeezed a tear as it fell

from where he sat

down on his weathered bench

next to the lake’s lone someness

she looked like a feather from heaven

so he eagered his reach, meaning

to capture her flickering glimpse

but the breeze from his seize

weathered the wisp from his grasp

and she flurried and finally fell

lightly….it seemed to him…

onto the watery wave

when she would have liked to have landed

softly in his hand

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