Power of Vision
my young eyes saw
everything
sweet, rainbow-candy
coloured
these old eyes now,
even with glasses,
see only sour grey
Winter Storm
roads rutted salty brown
unintentional curves
veer at
right angles up the hill
all the town vehicles
struggle today
Priorities
no one heard
the old woman's cries
when she got lost
in the suburbs at 3 am, -25C
but they all say
they should have heard
her fingernails
scratching across
car door paint
regardless,
they were all too late
Priorities. All three wonderfully carved. The last one, stunning.
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