OPHTHALMOLOGY
The lens of the eye darkens
with the years, like a widow's
cig-stained voile curtain
trimmed nicotine lace
Unaware of diminished
light, confused by refractions
of carnival glass,
we peer out each day--
Our yen for pine grain
cedes to craved mahogany,
lemoned chardonnay
now burgundy, thanks
Van Gogh's stars attenuate
to sower's furrow,
olive trees leak sepia
reduce to etching
At last we ken the dim draw
of walnut-paneled study,
leather-tuft wing chair
stitch-scored to fold into box
HERR KEPLER'S NOTEBOOK
Time is the bully anchor of the opposing tug-rope team.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
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