On the Riverwalk

wall

Locked eyes
Worn reluctant brown and early morning blue
She dared him to continue with his chosen task
His freedom reduced to this –
Finding relief between the evergreen and brick

Locked eyes
Tired reluctant brown and early morning blue
She accepts his need but requests patience
He acknowledges the request with a slight nod
And turns his tired brown eyes to the oleander shrub

About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.
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