myopia

As if when morning arrived

the day seemed beset by glaucoma,

the edges of everything a soft blur,

the light hazy, sounds muffled,

headlights a diffuse glow, the world

half-erased beyond a block and no matter

what anyone said at the corner café

about the head-on collision at the edge

of town between the school bus

and a stray cow, the fog was a message

not to be ignored, the air sodden

with the taste of diesel fuel, the mist

lingering past noon, a mild blindness

no one was sad to see finally lift.

 

--M deO

Done