I’ve noticed writers

Of mysteries, especially

Make eyes with

Improbable eye colors

The color of steel

Purple, amber

Blue so blue no sky could

Manage it


Thank goodness

We have not assigned a rank

For irises


They are the curtains for the windows,


They are evocative

Entirely from outside

Inside them, I’m not sure

How much we

Care except in mirrors

That take us outside again


Though there’s the liking of,

It’s something,

A gift


C L Couch



Photo by Ian Wetherill on Unsplash

Odenberg, Germany