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Need to see
Jan 20, 2021
How many times do I take my eye
glasses on and off my face, trying
to see with two what the eagle sees
with half which the bee sees with thousands?
Someone bends our glass with the same twang
of a string bass, a low note signal
for another hunted whale that dies
tonight. Captains of our ship, we strain
eyes to the horizon, constantly
curious, hands to our red forehead
blocking the sun, seeking a bird with
a branch or a thin palm frond floating
like a summer dress, signs we’ll find land
we were so ready to leave, but now
happy to return. To kneel, to kiss,
shed all glass, eyes closed tight in the sand
since we no longer have need to see.
© Trapper Markelz 2021
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