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Sir Echoes

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EYES
by
Nickolas F.

Eyes, the special kind
that say welcome to mine.

Eyes green ­ cool and limpid
or with envy.

Eyes that see right through me.

Lovingly guiding
Eyes below arched brows,
Eyes of a sixth grade teacher.

A child¹s eyes filled with admiration
looking up
at eyes of common virtue

Eyes that reject hate without hating.

Eyes that squint with mistrust.

Eyes that misgauge
yet avoid those
Eyes of road rage.

Eyes ‹ the window to the soul
as they press tightly shut
hiding behind prayer.

And then those special shifty eyes
the kind that look you straight in the eye.
--

Pluto, a Poem

A COSMIC SHAKEUP

OR

MY VERY EARNEST MOTHER JUST SERVED US NOTHING

By Nickolas F.

And then there were eight.

Slam bang

just like that

A changed word or two

Pluto gets the gate.

Nine pizzas

now nothing.

Disney’s dog

a Pekingese?

Canned tomatoes

fruit? If you please.

Why regret

Your orbit and body

out of shape.

So are mine.

there’s no escape

Your fate

forebodes

some future date

when substance becomes spirit

Grin and bear it.