to come up and stare you in the face?
You’d have forgotten your glasses.
Were the sun
to shine right into your eyes?
The shade would be in your way.
Were the wind
to blow fresh?
Ignoring new fires
stirring life’s ashes.
You’d have be numbed by its coldness.
I don’t understand you Sir,
viewing the world through opaqued lenses.
Dark overpowering shadow
negating whatever bit of light there is
whatever bit of sight you have.
“Have you ever thought of getting glasses?” …