Green Eyes
Placed on a wall above troves of books and boxes,
A map.
Pushpins dotting its colored face,
On the lips of Beijing, the nose of Amsterdam,
The ears of Cairo, and the cheeks of Athens;
This spirited sheet takes shape in my hands:
A map of possibility,
A map of choice.
Some time, somewhere
I’ll look at that map, peel it off the wall, and swallow it whole,
Lips, nose and all.
Until such time, I wait and I watch;
Eyes wide, eyes open, eyes green.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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