Eyes by Marvin Dorsey

​Eyes

The truth of a moment
looking into the mirror
when the reflection isn't
who you thought it should be

It's

An

ocean of scattered memories
puddle in the palm of my hand
as I stand at the shore completely naked
sky bleeding into the horizon

Sand disappearing under the waves
like fading footprints of a lost people
who had spent too much time
hiding behind someone else's shadow
wailing like banshees as their world dies 

Bio: At the end of a workday Marvin Dorsey travels 60 minutes by freeway, exiting on a long unpaved desert road to his ranch home in Lancaster.  There he is greeted by the wind, lone tumbleweeds rambling across the sandy vista, and a variety of farmyard animals.  The dichotomies of city and desert, noise and quietude, and the confines of a cage vs.the expansive freedom of the night’s universe of stars, inform the heart of Marvin’s poetry – where a deep interior life shares the page with the wide exterior landscape.

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