Do glowing eyes on their own understand
their power? How light ignites the iris,
named for rainbow goddess, and takes command
of other eyes meant more to great Caesar’s
psyche as he strolled Nile’s shore than seizing
Gaul or wading through shallow Rubicon.
How your lightning eyes glowed—more than pleasing
to my studied eyes—as they caught the sun
across the table and inside your car,
means more to my soul now than crescent moon
hooking that wisp-curl cirrus not too far
above, charming fading night. Early June.
I study your photo, glowing eyes filled
with such life, I barely see the jonquils.
Roger Armbrust
June 10, 2013
