Untitled (The eye looks which)

Untitled (The eye looks which) / Benjamin Rozonoyer

The eye looks which
way and what—
not a second summit around.

A fleeting thought,
I mistook for the skeleton of a fish
a cloud.

This wind won’t stop
until it stole what it sought to steal.
See if you can understand the hill
with the waterpump tower on its top.

Untitled (The eye looks which): Copyright 2021 by Benjamin Rozonoyer. All rights reserved.