Turmeric Eyes

Yellow eyes

As the sun sets over the mountains

Before the pink of evening

And past the day

There is a place

Where the yellow burns

Bright in an evening way

Over the fields of Nebraska

And short of the western edge

There is a silken sound

Whisked away

In the evening air

In the eve of today

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