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From eye to eye
In all four corners of the eyes
Wet, dancing grasses
A black road
Polished with puddles
Grey tufts of sky
Face up
Well-fed wheels
Hissing and spitting
Chips of cool sky
Dangling on glass
Squeaking grind
Wipers smear diamonds
　
First days on prairie
Timber wolves
Skulking
All sides
All corners
Open to all eyes
Kitchen and living room
For miles and miles
Mountains
Sea
All sunken
After walks
Secrets lie smoking
Damp and white
　
A giant tongue
Licks up deliciously
From the slew
A man and his sisters
Wait in the car
Huddled in chill of wind
Terror of tale
A frog cheeps
In the basement well
The man sleeps
Half-crazed
His father’s ghost
Pads creaking
Overhead
The house
All empty
Cracks and groans
Springing back
Stiffly
To its infant
Shape
The timber wolves
Drift like the night mists
Back uphill

(c) 2004 Mark Penny