The Eye
filled to the brim
with spring water, bluish, warm.
The vase is so full
that water
curves above it –
a nearly bursting transparent hill.
A clot of light
plunges through the shutter,
like a honey-coloured pupil
into a clear eye:
a splash – and the vase
has vision and sees
the blank ceiling
and gliding shadows of trees.
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