Small faces peeking
over the fence, mask
of a raccoon, furtive
glance of a squirrel
The gaze of a deer,
pale eye of a fish, sky-
born gleam of a hawk,
even a possum’s glare
These are the faces
that adorn my childhood,
my eyes returning
all those countless looks.
JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. His poems have recently appeared at Cacti Fur and Strange Poetry. DeHart blogs at jddehartfeaturepoems.blogspot.com.
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