past

I have so many poems I would like to post on here
And I haven't.
It feels like a disservice to publish old poems

Those feelings have passed
Yes, I can go read them and relate again
but that is not why I am here

I like to move forward
not back

Maybe I will post them
If it feels right

Eyes

Open my eyes

They are no longer bloodshot
burning

overworked
cried out.


They are clear.
rested
bright
The mixture of all colors
blue
green
amber
brown



That is me.

The mixture.
The last sign of the zodiac
Relating to everyone



We are everyone
Don't you see?

Look at yourself
really look
Look at your neighbor



Put yourself in their shoes
look into their eyes
what do you see?