I
The trickster must have feigned his blindness
or limped into his cold iron cage,
because his topaz eyes snapped up
–caught me in his glittering gaze
The trickster must have feigned his blindness
or limped into his cold iron cage,
because his topaz eyes snapped up
–caught me in his glittering gaze
II
When I glanced behind the heavy bars,
I saw for years those twin lights pacing
back and forth – patterns of my sleep
hounded by his breathless panting.
III
Enduring the corridors of night,
I see his hunched figure paddling,
an oar clutched to his dark canoe
plunges into the sea – vanishes.