This Afternoon

My eyes are sunrises,
brimming with what will be.
There’s a counter for every pair of these.

The pit of the stomach implores.
Causing double-takes
and peripheral glances,
idiotic conversations
and saved-up smiles.

The right reflection resides
in the eyes which mirror the process.


6 thoughts on “This Afternoon

  1. i like the last two lines. interesting (:

  2. Kavita says:

    One word – excellent!!! One’s eyes are the real mirrors indeed… you cannot really hide what’s reflected in your eyes… loved your poem.
    Reminded me of something i had once written (just in case you wish to read):

  3. fiveloaf says:

    🙂 nice..

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