when i was getting in the clothes aired on the umbrella wires in the garden

the other eye watched me

through its post/colonial window

curtains

saying in admiration

one must really have such guys for mates

for they are so womanly
when i was backing my car out of the driveway slightly clumsily

my front wheel rolling over the curb

the other eye turned away to the grass being cut beneath

its noisy lawn-mower

thinking to himself:

these people are really no good at such things
so it was the same when i let my garden overrun with flower-dotted grass

for the other eye would simply show contempt

for such heathenish practice

or snort at my sometimes yelling to the boy

ughhhhhhhhhhhh

those bloody cruel animals
the other eye is omnipresent

wherever you go

whatever you do

it keeps its vigil over you

wordlessly
until you see it yourself

in your heart:
an eye white