The curves
of her body
reminded him
of the gently rolling hills
below the mountains
where he lived as a boy.
Her brown eyes
were the earth to him.
She was beautiful
like the land,
like the flowers
he found
as he roamed the countryside
barefooted,
like the leaves
of the trees
that sparkled green
after the rains
of the rainy season.
- Trevor Scott Barton, poems for a brown eyed girl, 2022
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