glasses – May 22


I sit in the store looking

at glasses, at windows

to faces, to eyes, to



framing, disguising,

revealing, accenting,

to face time, to soul

heart, to time spent

to too.


brown ones, and black

ones and side swiping

wire ones, purple mince

pie ones that say look

at me.


the framing and finding,

the making subliming

the glasses sound

horns now, come

come home to me.


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