Juniper

It has eyes blue beads dusted with chalk, blind upon each limb he picks them rubs them open between his thumb and palm deep in the sticky belly of gnarled branches no wind no sound but the cricket's chirp and that, only after he sits still enough long enough to become juniper If you stand at twilight near the edge of the park you may see a round juniper giving birth to a small boy the boy, some say with eyes in back of his head