Noun that I've been watching (79)

eyes.

cream carefree daylight
framed in windows
salts oncoming rain.

we match solitudes
and watch daylight
hatch a natural
wafer line
of overcast.

if a wave were here
to nest the craft
slipped by
we would avoid
deciphering
sealed observations
thin along lined
paper our collective
mood brought down
by branches in the motion
of our atmosphere.

leaves interfere with
verticals and capsized
places lit along
script fallen on the sand.
a divot cradled
has been lost to scenery
just where it landed.

any day now consolation
will fall forward
in the dim contagion
loftier than spun light
given sumptuous turns
of partial light
revealing damages by thirds.