PRYING EYES

Poetry Potluck

One Shot Wednesday

And so we RUN

From each traffic and store surveillance lens

Far from every camera phone

Aimed like an accusation

RUN to this place that the hand

Of man has not despoiled--

Where the battle cry of

PUT UP A PARKING LOT

Is still just an echo in the distance

No one sees but us

And the wise old owl

Who won't tell

And the canny coyote

Who won't yell

And the man in the moon

Who has nothing to say

And won't betray

And still we wonder how it went

From this vague sense of being watched

To the everyday certainty of it

As the band plays: The Eyes of Texas Are Upon You

And time marches on

Away from prying eyes

You open your thighs

And the wind sighs

The stars bear witness

Though they are light years away

Streaming from a yesterday that still shines

But only in our minds