Peeping eyes flicker behind an unsuspecting ficus,
Drawn to the allure of a gray haze.
Look away, look away,
It senses your presence.
Mirthful pride,
tales of banana houses and shampoo bottles
and peeping eyes of old
Permeate the air,
And still the haze prevails.
You are known, then unknown, then slowly slink away.
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