Untitled Poem #148

Posted: February 15, 1993 in Poetry
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wherever you walk
I watch from treetops
still your little blue boy.

my eyes haven’t suffered
the same sanding that my heart has.
I see like an eagle hunts
and my heart heals.

I see a sad Druid.
the crows raise eyebrows at me
but I show them my eyes
and they understand.
we’re all watching you
from our treetops.

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