Turn another blinded eye, oblivious <br />To cattail meadows strewn sea-to-sea - <br />Each stalk, brazed by arctic incursions <br />And baked by the sun in May. <br />Turn it over, the fortune card, reveal <br />What God has granted tomorrow - <br />A twilight storm or rolling foment - <br />Behind each prize-door, <br />Incontrovertible evidence <br />For your prosecution. <br /> <br />Turn another blinded eye, oblivious <br />To withered lake-front phantoms <br />Haunting shoreline stores - every <br />Ghostly voice of panic, unanswered on the <br />Glassy channels, just meters beyond <br />The undertow signs. <br />What is it that serves as your marker? <br />Your mentor? Your master? Your Maker? <br />Make your prize-door choices now - <br />One, two, three.<br /><br />Kelly Vinal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blinded-eye/
