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Who Knew Her Eyes
by Becky

who knew her eyes

were grey and light blue

underneath all of

that brown.

when the sun stops

whisking her away

(like chalk floating

off of a blackboard)

the brown will melt into

hand-held chocolate which

looks like m&m's and

holiday wishes.

it smells like easy-bake-cookies

and drops notes like a jazz band

focusing on an evening

when everything's changing.

the blue and grey

(soft like beluga whales

and hope hidden under

wishing pillows)

works down through her

hips and seeps into

her toes.

it becomes the toenail polish,

the turquoise skirt she

stole from her sister, slung low.

it becomes her walk,

her snowman pitter-patter

echoing through the wood grain

of the floors.

and when she falls asleep

at night she soaks all the

color up from the world and

holds it between her hands

and her stomach until the

sun rises sunny side up

in morning windows.