Electric eyes, the color of the green grass in Spring,
The evergreen needles, and the budding leaves
reaching out to touch the sky again
anticipating a new adventure.
The same eyes drawn and sad
the color of Army mud, olive and drab
A shroud of disappointment
Clouding their spark
Golden green reflecting shards of sunlight
Hope. Bright possibilities
like amber honeycomb gemstones
Holding joy and contentment close.
The near bursting clear refraction of unlet tears
brings the world into stark clarity
vision never more profound than just before relenting
and streaming, steaming, down my face.
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