Brown Eyes

Photo by Rhett Wesley on Unsplash

The color of

bourbon
fueling inspiration
for truth presented as lies.

Rusted incantations-
the wrath of rain and time.

Strength
of bricks
against wolves lungs.

Branches
from which
backyard tire swings are hung.

Childhood’s first creations:
Sandcastles and mud pies.

Precious metal shrapnel
Straight through hearts and minds
of crooks and double takers.

Summer honey halos
and maple.

Floors against knees
in prayer.

Roots and soil
in which they are anchored
promises of growth.

Copper wire messages
telecommunicated across skylines.

Homes of birds
built from treasures
so often left behind.

Such beauty
overlooked
and under-romanticized.

I thank God
for brown eyes.

© Gina Clingan 2017

From my book, Redford, which can be purchased here.