The Why of Glasses
The Why of Glasses I missed my glasses. Folly to mourn healing of the cranium,
the return of equilibrium in the timing of an eye’s focus,
no more headaches. No need. But I missed them over and over, magic blue glasses.
Instant focus not of the eyes but of the mind.
Perched on my head top announcing my greatest strength and weakness:
you read too much.
Sexy glasses for looking through and under and over.
Sat-on, slept-in, dropped, re-bent, lost and found.
Scholar’s badge alon