What I see with my own two eyes
Is me. This is snow. This is sadness.
I see the tender movement of wind,
Sending the plastic grocery bag
High over the maples in autumn.
Opening my eyes, I see the stunning
Dappled feathers of a peregrine falcon
Smashed into chaos at the roadside.
Carried in my eyes, these things,
A kind of greed, unwilling to be blind
To what I don’t want to be.
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