Brown eyes in the mud

carefully pour their water out

brown eyes in the mud

onto the ground in the rutted cracks


brown eyes watch me and speak

show me how she does that trick

brown eyes with their mights

carry me in the usual fights


"what does that mean?"

she asks and grins

so I put my lips on her rivers

"that's what it means"

she insists:"what does that mean?"

her huge eyes brim

so after much doubt I've come to realize:


this clean skin burns

green spring is the source

my crude rhyme is a crime

could it be more sublime?


shadows shuffle backwards

she mumbles four words

" I love the sun "