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?