#retina
We are sitting at a table by the window, my father and mother opposite of me. I have just discovered something peculiar and put it to a final test. Nearby is a slender cypress. This morning it was covered in white frost, but that must have disappeared by now. I look, and see white frost. I blink my eyes and the image of that morning quickly dissolves. The frost disappears. The tree becomes slightly fuller, and takes on a lighter shade of green. Excited, I explain the newly discovered memory effect of my retina to my parents. My father nods understandingly. Dreams can be that beautiful.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
Out there with the shingled road
shimmering in the white sun
squinting into the periphery,
burnt ragged and raw retinas
dilation
out there in the slathering of sky
sleeps your soul
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC