Cool My Eyes

Cool My Eyes

If I was on the porch
with the honeysuckle
and the knowing

And I was inclined to start talking,
or singing—because it has to be
done that way sometimes,

I’d ask, Mary could you come
and cool my eyes?

let me see through you,
sweet, stone, smooth
sweet, stone, smooth…

Yes, I’d say
swing me low and wide
low and wide…

teach me where to find
the mint-water river
dancing me fresh…

Oh Mary, could you come
and cool my eyes?

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