BLIND SIGHT

She could see only shadows,
narrow strips of green,

the outlines of ghosts dancing
on the edges of her eyes.

Daylight was a pressure
on her lids, and darkness cool release.

Stars rustled
like wind through small trees,

and when the moon rumbled up,
she heard the awakening owls.

Now she slept all day,
and all night long she roamed the woods

or knelt on the pulsing grass,
to listen.

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