The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for October 2005
| he wore the wrong glasses out making himself unnaturally near sighted unable to gaze away on clouds or crowds tall buildings only the circle of immediate surroundings looking sharp and real as clear as the inescapable voices behind him * next day the nimbus in his close vision restored he stares through at distant unpeopled vistas trees on hilltops |
rooftops with lines of patient gulls gathering on their morning stand contrails pointing to the future and the past close by reality reliably reduced to voices and those thereby reduced as well the local humming an annoyance to be sure but always with far-sighted emptyness before him September 2005 |