1 September 2012

Fleas on Fleas

I am a watcher, so I watch.
Not a surveillant, I do not
make out reports or even check
the name of HE WHO IS THE ONE
I watch. I watch, therefore I am.

HE WHO IS WATCHED has recently
shown signs of secret interest
in one he sees across a street
or at a window. Now, it seems,
THE WATCHED a watcher has become.

And not infrequently I turn
to see a shadow disappear.

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