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God has many eyes

in the bark of the birch.

Not one blinks as I walk past

or winces at what wafts

through my mind’s branches.

Each eye is wide, solemn

as the eye of the doe tonight

holding me in her sights

as I wash lettuce leaves

before the window and she nips

seeds from the birdfeeder.

When she tiptoes off with half

the birds’ booty in her belly,

the sky in me widens like laughter,

bristles with stars, each an eye

opening wide as it can, ravenous

for this world’s bounty.