I am two ways blind —
The present squiggles
in and out of focus

like pond scum
through the eyepiece
with my hideous lashes

while the future
when I look beyond
my cheaters is green-

fringed and hazy
like a steamy forest
at dawn. It’s either-

or, a proposition
of that nature, prone to
misstep and tumbledown.



About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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