Laser Eye Surgery
Light bursts, blinding my eyes,
As calming clatter
Fills the operating room
“It will all be over soon”
Are her words – somehow – wildly untrue
To my sightless, aching eyes.
But I want to see . . .
The splendid crackling orange of fall
And deep, brown soil
Cradling greens,
Tender,
Small
A slice cuts the surface.
The hands withdraw.
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