Mark Knapik

Rookie (1961 / Cleveland, OH)

Eyes - Poem by Mark Knapik


My wife
says their crinkles
I see
them both as wrinkles.

More like crow’s feet
aptly named:
but it’s not really the eye is it?


Picture ovals with sunbursts blasting;
craters stuck with a precariousness of chance, crying.
Dad said you only have one set
better take care of them.
One of grandpas married a BB.

Oh, the humour of it all
can swoon multitudes of species
offering sense of enlightenment
for all the blind to see.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010

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