Eye Peace
we hold hands, mama and me climb the steps
to Lester Weintraub, OPTOMETRIST.
he tests me with the chart,
changes lenses in the two-eyed machine,
blinds me with his pen light gizmo,
says SEE YOU TOMORROW
we go back the next night,
and he adjusts my new glasses.
i look out the window
and see the river, Brooklyn,
my reflection in a glass pane.
HOW DO YOU SEE mama says.
great i say.
GOOD she says.
outside street lights clearly appear.
i see a girl across the street, smiling.
i see my room 13 floors up,
the light still on.
i see the moon.
i see the stars.
WHY ARE YOU CRYING mama says.
you are so pretty I say.
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