When Our Eyes Meet
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My neighbors care about landscaping
and brunch on Saturday mornings
A row of bald cypresses on 34th
A whiff of bacon in the morning
then brownies or is it a chocolate cake?
The homeowners’ kingdom is not complete
without thieves — they gorge on the pumpkins
then run off into the manicured landscape
One day a gaze from the black, glossy eyes
a squirrel on a tower of cypress branches
frozen in motion staring at me
has me stop under the tree and return his gaze
A moment when a creature asserts its presence
out of a contrived homogeneity.
Modified on February 01, 2021