Scrolling down Facebook late Thursday evening,
wading past status quips and fireworks pix,
I suddenly stop—startled—flesh tingling
at sight of your glorious face, eyes fixed
on your eyes I had left the day before,
your image large as life, deep-dimpled smile
breath-stealing on my two-foot monitor.
Your dusk-blue eyes seem to gaze through mine while
your daughter does too. And I’m startled twice:
she’s stolen your eyes. Tilts her head to yours,
her chestnut hair pressed to your blond, concise
pose I’d cherish in a photogravure.
I see she shares love’s image on your site:
I caress its impression through the night.
Roger Armbrust
July 6, 2013
