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Your Eyes Are
Watching Me
I’ve been gone so long
as you walk your small footsteps
opening doors
and slamming them hard
the whole neighbourhood can hear
running outside
hiding behind trees
coming out, surrendering
coming out, laughing
peeking in between
little faces, little voices
explosively clamouring for more
yelling, screaming, crying
telling, dreaming, lying
honestly
knowing
praying for the blessed God
to overwhelm us
vehemently oppositional
melodious cries
tingle
jingling your fortunes away
all this stuff collecting
building a granary stuffed
plentiful
the room is empty
solitude beckons snidely
dust sparkles
we hide and seek
climbing onto the top shelf
when we were small
I didn’t know you
you didn’t know me
we didn’t know
running, gathering the world
flowers that itch
pinks that brighten
tea cups and curtains
slowly relaxing
impeding speed
then speeding up
impeding relaxation
You.
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