brown eyes

the sun turns her irises to mud
that central cambodian
alluvial plains milk coffee with
tints of red and flecks of gold
kind of soft silty warm ochre
that i want to sink into
bare feet and ankles deep
planting myself like a wispy
rice stalk content to just
stand there rooted
in their fertile depths

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