20 fuchsia eyes stare from a hibiscus tree; I look back; I notice a snow-white that strikes me as out of place. The omnipresent uproar of Brood X resonates. My eyes scour the tree's trunks, trying to spot their alien goggle-eyes but find none. They are there-- undetectable visually yet occupying vibrationally. Like so much recognized without eyes.
Eyes
07
Aug