The big orange sun
Wakes with a beautiful smile
And lights up the world

Those eyes, oh those eyes.
I've written too many lines
For those hazel eyes.

Those eyes that wander,
That see everything, but mine.
These eyes that wonder.

Those eyes, oh those eyes.
Looking into those eyes, I'll
Write lines 'til I die.

- p. winter

you're taking your
glasses off and living
in the blur.
you're punching the ice
of them, breaking
the rearview
while you miss your connecting
flight. why was seven afraid
of nine?