I met a man named Montana
with eyes like open skies.
Pity, those Raybans
obscured that shining horizon
of his wide blue eyes.
No date: from my Writers' Group notes ca. May 2008. I'm holistically dating it by what's around it in my slush pile. One of those silly lines that comes to you out of nowhere, then, won't let you go.
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