FRECKLES

When the sun
Was done
It dotted tiny islands
Across the slope
Of your nose
Which ushered tears
Skiing a glistening trail
Past the uninhabited islands
Fading to highways
Etched around aged eyes
Which ushered tears
For all the islands
That had vanished
When the sun
Was done

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