07 August 2011


Eco 8/7

The silver side of the eye
flits in the sun
popping in and out of the iris
a beak
                        a crow for your life

That it lands in the field
that glows amber in the sunlight
right before you shut your eyes
is a for granted
                        is an obviously

What does it eat there
and the silver side of the eye
turns burnished bronze
it gilds under pressure
                        and it blackens with age

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