Friday


Can this be a waterfall that only I have seen?  
Can my eyes have one thing that is only theirs?
But the ants have seen it.  Beetles and deers have.
Humans, too, are not rare creatures.  So the sense of exploration
is blown along, dusty with kicked feet, rutted trails.  
But has anyone seen that water drop, that splatter?
I am truly the only one to see this moment, this path of falls;
the water will never be twice the same;
  (my possession grasps at straws).
Turning away.

My eyes, seeing it again; but I flow on.
Not twice.  Already I have found ten new things
that maybe I have only beheld with my 
fierce eyes.

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