Exercise 1

Behind wire-rimmed glasses lies a panoramic view
of a wheat field under a cloudless, smog-less sky
wrapped concentrically about a plum-pit pupil
which carries not but an open, honest eye.

Behind wire-rimmed glasses lies a gentle disposition;
a convicted, unrepentant traitor to a past it's long been rid.
Choosing now a force and power lying in subtle impositions,
any misgivings, or trespassings, I'd much easier forgive.

Behind wire-rimmed glasses lies patience, but eagerness, too,
with its inquisitions of myself, and its absorptions of my remarks
A stillness somehow opens these eyes wide and puppets their moves,
and his voice is sweeter than a choir of blue jays and or of larks.

Behind wire-rimmed glasses lie several puzzles for me to solve,
Secrets age-old, tried, and very-much true,
But the same question still causes all my hope to dissolve,
I cannot love him, and thus, his eyes are mine to lose.