Bruce’s Eyes

What he sees
has changed.
Glaucoma, not
the good kind.
Good Glaucoma
is not an oxymoron.
Last summer
he and his retina
detached. His eye
went dark. They big hospital
they so many people
work at the Eye and Ear
hospital
they all fixed it.
Today we are going
back only cataracts,
filmy scrim ontop of his
eye. They’ll take
it off and by afternoon
his green will be
green again.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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