I wonder what I saw in your eyes I mean I saw the kind of greenish brown people call hazel and when I looked more closely I thought I detected some yellow was it perhaps concern or maybe anger but you're too gentle for that so it was probably annoyance or frustration at how thick as a brick I must have seemed when you were telling me sense and I was still wondering what you were teaching me as if I really had to work for the meaning you had arranged on a plate before me it wasn't that I was putting on the dog of feigned disbelief of little betrayals of bright hopes dashed to blue smoke and smithereens enchantment can be that way just for a moment I fancied I caught in your eye a wisp of magic the silver mist of a missing mirror unconsulted but sill serviceable between its black cracks was it myself I saw or was it just my imagination playing tricks with my longing if I lingered any longer I would have been st...