Sunday, December 2, 2012

Green Eyes

Green Eyes

                     for EM

Green eyes in the swing
of her long black hair

she sat enclosed in a tear

rolling his cheek

green eyes   a blue dress

wild  black hair

she left him a coin

he threw at the moon

Celtic   gleaming

green were her eyes

in the swing of a strand

of her black   wild   hair




© Dick Russell, 2012

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