thank you, to whosever eyes
just graced mine. as you know
we are all still learning to love
without our mouths. 

who do you think of
when you see a stranger?
my amenable mother is behind
me, her big kind eyes 
crossed only a little

can i just know who
else stops for the
produce rain, rests
their hands on their 
thighs with a bag full of
greens and
listens to the thunder?