Remember Blindness
MacRae
[macrazy_macrae@yahoo.com]
Remember blindness
Her defense
was all she never saw
One morning her mother
washed
the sliding glass windows
Oh so very clean and clear
Un-noticed
her imagination running
to hideaway playhouses
just beyond those
sliding glass windows
two shards of glass tore
into wide open eyes
the last thing Blindness can Remember
is. . .
The blood collecting in her eyelids
dripping down the sky
as the world turned red.
© 1998 MacRae, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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