Lyn Lifshin POEMS

The Man Who Brought Emerald Mandarin Oranges because they were the color of his eyes and he could feel my legs turn to sea water. He was leaning too close, knew I wanted to. His eyes whole oceans full of crinkly fish. He wore light green clothes. Wheat was what he cared for, buying and selling. He knew the green would be striking against a field of wheat, startling as when he moved near me on the couch. Green eyes of water. Sea that dazzles, pulls cars off route 1A, his hair black, blacker than rocks at Big Sur

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