My wife, in passing,
let me know she needed
some plucking.
Her brows, the extension
of beautiful brown eyes.
This day there was a sliver
of a cloud in the half light
of the new vista.
It was like an eyebrow
above the horizon.
Did God pull density
out of the cirrus ice
to leave a slender line?
Is the blue-green iris
of the earth highlighted
by a thin arc on the temple
of the sky?