There are eyes
upon us
Watchful
waiting
Blankly staring
impervious
Carved immobile
lining the streets
We pass beneath
their shady branches
Slanting our gazes
away to the horizon
As our watchers
stare out upon the world
There is comfort
in their scrutiny
Peaceful guardians
over the sinners
and the saints
and all of the many
breaths in between
never giving away
a single hint ~ Caroline A. Slee