POST OP

Micro-surgeons have drained my eyes.
I look in the mirror
at the glasses on my face.
I don't see my face
but images outside the window
pour into the mirror
through my lenses:

Dog jumping
Sun on wheat
Blue
Van Gogh
Sun
Green
White flash
Black
Bird
Fly into light

Smiling string
Leaps into yellow pails
Crows red
Shoots black
Into
Yellow black
Revolver

By Elizabeth Goldring

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