The mind’s eyes

At once I see this tiny woman big with
A potential being, eyes set in her mind
Searching the night stars , her potential
Rounded and bursting,while calm and ripe.

My eyes underneath will tell me the way
In a noise, a wagon passing, a new train
Negotiating a red railroad bridge in rain
On a factory road, with its cycles stopped.

Woman is but a girl, her woman a thing, 
A crow caw, a breeze, a child in making.
An old man's egotistical dream laid out
A death hid in life, a thought for searching.

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