You, blue eyes! Such an unfair advantage
to be marked by sky! Sky! Our cosmic womb
of life! Conceited in your circled bloom.
Adored by muddy brown-ground entourage,

or musty dusty hazel; even green’s
mesmerizing view must bow down to sky.
You, blue eyes! Startle me with clarity,
flicker-flash sun warmed glance my way! So keen

the flavor of balmy days, depthless seas,
and twinkling periwinkles seen anew.
And when you sleep, revitalize, blue
swept up to boundless lands will show life’s glee!

You blue eyes, mingle with my brown; we can
concept a world enriched by all-hued Man.

Erin Moen
2/18/04
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