Sad Eyes by Josh Rouse

incredulous

some (where)
in my prairie

is
a map (shaped)
like your ears

and

it's the
way to love,
to true love

(and to that) uncanny bliss

you find,
in the morning,

in a field (when)
you stumble upon

an

empty world.

and (suddenly) it's yours,
it's

all yours,
for

the taking...