Poem #142

I hear that you like one poem
better than all of the rest—
something about your eyes.
I guess you think it's the best.

I don't recall just how it goes.
I suppose it's complimentary.
Perhaps it's about their beauty
or about how far they can see.
6/3/02010

My darling wife tells me that her favorite poems are the ones about her ojos, but she got into the habit of saying "o-yos" instead of "o-hos". It's endearing.

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