EYES
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In hurricane season, the spotter
plane flies through the turbulence
into the eye. Stop signs snap
in the wind, the porch hammock
twists on eye hooks.
Seed potatoes sprout in the basement.
each pale eye must grow
from a cube of the mother
until the tendril breaks the earth
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Her parents shake her shoulder,
call her name. When her head is still,
closed eyes roam underneath their lids.
When her eyes slit open
they think she is waking up.
She stares ahead; but does not focus.
Even the therapist thinks
she is tracking his finger;
but her pupils,
narrow columns of black,
stare into beyond.
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