Strawberry Eye (For Christy) Poem by Mark Money

See it twitching
i can see it boiling
sending out some thoughts with a strawberry eye.
you know the way: you can't get lost
won't be misplaced
won't be erased

building not
wrecking never
gonna be the subject of no nasty poem.
black and white gleaned
from conversation in a small car
spending time with a strawberry eye.
confident but not so soon
evoked memories you do this
to me with a strawberry eye.

© (1996—Tulsa, OK)