Their Eyes

 

I think of their eyes

The young girl sitting on a fence
Who called out my name …
Waving her cornflower blues,

The old woman looking through
Her speckled windows at me …
How she smiled herself a monster,

The sad one I kissed at night
With her heavy breath …
With irises growing large and wet,

The romantic one I once met, and
Held so close to me on a bridge …
Her fairy-castle eyes,

And the fiery one with flaming—
Sapphires, her gift of hair, so …
Sweet. My gift, a blue-eyed child.

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