Poem – Eyes

“Your eyes are closed”.

“I’m not sleeping”.

That I cannot see through light
reflection and absorption
I see and imagine through
sound and subtle interpretations.

I hear the wind through the forest
and imagine birds feet clamped down,
swaying with each breath.

I hear ducks cannonball into the pond
counting each of their children.

I hear a low flying helicopter and
imagine people being ferried away from
ground-zero.

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