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Ottar Mar 2015
Glasses with frames now used to see
Lines on faces not far away, beyond me
And my capability, under fluorescent,
Lights.

These glasses gather spots of rain, doctor
Doctor, there are spots before my sockets
Containing real steel slate blue eyes, go ahead
Whistle if you must.

I will get used to it.

Six foot five in a five foot nine inch frame,
Coached volleyball well without any shame,
Calm demeanor was not required, I was
Tame, not the chair kicking kind.

Did not need glasses then, when oh when is this
Going to end, when either you or the referee,
Whistles.
About superficial me.

— The End —