Her Eyes - Poem by Gene Lupague
The brown irish, she found
Was curiously slashed with yellow,
The color of the sun flower honey,
Or of old amber.
In each eye,
One of these streaks
Must have been larger than the other
For the effect was that of,
Two dancing points of light,
Two little bubbles,
Such as rise in a glass of champagne.
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