All things looking of You

All things looking of You

By Tyler Mobley 

  

Ripples trail a seaward vessel

spreading curves, a rhythm we

rolled once or twice. 

Dewy garden mornings find web woven 

portraits by Picasso legged spiders, 

“a fly for the effort.” 

Birds gather in honor,

Roman starlings perform under twilight,

fluttering human forms sing songs

of dedication, they knew 

you always listened. 

A name glimpsed in bubble

breathes held on a tub floor,

before bursting nevermore. 

A lasting adieu when

all things looking of you.