for
these sore eyes,
been lookin’ at the same
wall
of nuthin’
for what seems like eons
or
somethin’ like.
Not so long ago now
I
looked out on
forever green fields of
somethin’
to see
besides the concrete that
most
tend to show.
If I look into me,
color
appears
and it’s fine for a spell,
not
dull and gray,
but where is that in some
one
else to see.
I’m thinking I’m foolish
peacock
flashin’
to draw out what I want
as
calming salve
to ease the desert burn
for
I can’t see.
I sure could use a sight
for
these sore eyes.
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