Her Eye Rolls

I don’t know exactly why
but I love the way she rolls her eyes.
She rolls them when she’s annoyed.
She rolls them when she dances.
And all her eye rolls tickle ineffable
joy in me everytime she does them.
Her eye rolls are better than a pint
of the tastiest ice cream I’ve ever had
and more heart warning than a hearty meal.

Bob Boyd

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79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, walk 2 hours daily. Kundalini energy rising since age 27, began writing poetry October 2023. View all posts by BobBoyd