Brown Eyes
an excerpt of Tortoise Boy Says
Eyes like yours,
brown as the surface
of fresh earth.
I’ve fallen in love
with eyes like yours,
someplace before.
Maybe in the slushy streets
of Park City, maybe in the
jazz projects of East LA,
or maybe in the sleepy barrios
of Tucson.
I don’t know when or where,
but I am more than sure
I’ve stared into them before.
Eyes like yours,
brown as the surface
of fresh earth.
brown as the surface
of fresh earth.
I’ve fallen in love
with eyes like yours,
someplace before.
Maybe in the slushy streets
of Park City, maybe in the
jazz projects of East LA,
or maybe in the sleepy barrios
of Tucson.
I don’t know when or where,
but I am more than sure
I’ve stared into them before.
Eyes like yours,
brown as the surface
of fresh earth.