Here’s my poem for December: Eyes.
Eyes We roam costumed as though going to the same masquerade, our souls exposed in the pools of our eyes. Noseless, chinless, mouthless, we wander past eyes we know but don’t recognize, hesitant to dwell for fear of seeming rude. This may be the time to pause more, seek more, lean in to read the open books in the eyes. (c) 2021 David L. Harrison