one eye wakes
day all waver
mirage—when heat
shimmers horizon
when hills, trees, houses
are doubled
replaced with an upside
down photograph—you and I
hair wind-smudged
hips whisper-close
at the end
of the bleached dock
at the cottage
like always
faces slide off
can’t hold them
Eve F.W. Linn received her BA in fine art cum laude from Smith College and her MFA in poetry from the low residency program at Lesley University. She has attended the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, The Frost Place Conference on Poetry, and The Colrain Manuscript Conference. Her favorite color is blue. She collects antique baby shoes, vintage textiles, and art pottery. She lives west of Boston with her family and two resident cats.