It Was Poetry
René Saldaña, Jr.
I’d read it somewhere:
“eyes like limpid pools.”
I had no idea
what “limpid” meant,
but it sounded like poetry.
I knew girls liked poems
& Janie was the girl
I was after, so
I wrote her one:
“something, something,
something, your eyes
are limpid pools.”
After lunch that day
walking around the school
she held my hand.
