April 13, 2022
Rainbow EyesA set of eyes so weird and wonderful,So far from anything one man could dreamTo see something so grand and palpableNothing on Earth could reach its height it seemsThey say the typical, cliche colorsYou hear some brown, green, blue, some standard fairPerhaps hazel from passionate loversBut nothing made me lose a gasp of airBut hers, those eyes that are more rare than goldA stew of every color in a bowlA gift to stay with her ‘til she grows oldA window to look deep into the soulI write these words to one with eyes so freeSo she preserves the beauty she can’t see
—Jake Puestow, Poetry Editor