Yr miraculous glasses
November 26, 2008
Carving perilous paths, patient
stepping, holding, watch –
the moment coming. Coolness
on my hand. Eyes tattered,
glasses heavy on my nose.
Left eyelid flickering, flickering
for days. Ambivalent, ready to depart,
difficulty in my legs. To cry, leave
stains of hopelessness. To try,
just need to look. Look,
with yr miraculous glasses.