She was, to me, a fresh pair of glasses
The sun readying to retire
Contrast of shadow and light
Eyes adjusting to a stronger prescription
Until now it was as if the world was flat
A projection on a yellowed screen
The blurring of edges
As if my depression had lulled my eyes
But now—now!
The world has sprung anew
Her love…these glasses…have me redefined
Where once a tree was a cloud of green
Now it’s 200,000 dancing leaves
Trunk bark a thumbprint
An oak across a field seems at arm’s length
Even for this nearsighted introvert
Everything seems within reach…even love
When the sun’s finally set
And dreams dance behind my eyes
My new glasses remain perched on nose
So even in my dreams I find clarity
There she sits beneath a tree with me
Backs against a familiar thumbprint
200,000 hands waving from above
Applauding
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