A Reconsideration of Brown Eyes

A Reconsideration of Brown Eyes

They reflect the earth

and trees surrounding

a southern summer lake.

There’s an urge to dive in

their reflecting waters despite

not knowing for sure their depths.

Like mahogany dressers--

sturdy and intricately designed.

What resides within their

well-fortified confinements?

What do they hold secure?

Feel the warmth of the morning brew radiating from

their porcelain cups.

Smell sticky sweet syrup slowly

coating every part of everything.

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1. https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8tdjwc/war_title_ideas_welcome/

2. https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8td9tz/taffy/