The Spectacle Quadrille

In the night

you roam a mossy forest,

reach your hand into a hollow,

dark space between willow roots.

Come up

with four pairs of glasses

lenses, frames

entangled as if in a dance.

You try them on, a pair at a time,

see clearly,

all through the mottled morning,

the dark blotches,

on the pelt of the horizon.


October 28th, 2018, 2:15pm.

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