That Look in Marty’s Eyes
Cynthia Zhang
Marty’s eyes squinted at the indescribable slope afar,
“Look at that! The golden sunshine reflects
On the cattle on that green hill.”
“It is magnificent!” Echoed our fellow walker.
“Ridiculously beautiful!” I said,
While gazing into Marty’s eyes.
My scenery was those eyes of Marty’s.
Tears welled up there.
Marty kept squinting.
A man in his eighties,
Marty was in love with nature,
A woman he had been dating for several years,
A late wife he never regretted a single day
To spend time with in their marriage,
And now the very simple pleasure of looking at
Life and light.
What is more exquisite than that?
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