Look'N Deep

Something caught my eye
maybe the center of a pie
or the loose knit of a tie
yet, as big as a black sky. Oh! it could have been
the deepest, harshest sin
caught in the deepest din
and layered by store-bought gin. And it captured a glow
complete with a textured bow
on the heels of green dough
that held all, yes, I know. If only I captured the gaze
of the moments I raise
as to the second that pays
the look that holds me in its daze.

by Peter McLaughlin

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