Dappled Dear

Harry

SHADOW SHOT

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DAPPLED DEAR

There's a time when babyhood

Has upped and gone, and gone for good.

Childhood isn't here just yet,

He's half-person and half-pet.

In the dappled shadow see

The person who will, one day, be,

And the baby who's departed

Leaving us a bit downhearted.

How we love to see them grow!

But say goodbye to Baby? No!

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VISION

(Before the Cataract Op!)

I stand on the balcony at night;

A moonlit night of a billion stars.

All things are crisp, outlined,

Solid and picturesque, neat and orderly;

Everything in its appointed place.

Houses, trees, pathways and the horizon beyond

Cut out in cardboard.

I am entranced.

Such beauty!

Suddenly a moth invades my hair!

I flurry my hand across my face!

My glasses fly off the balcony, to be lost in shrubs below!

I am, for a second, bewildered, disoriented,

Enmeshed in white light.

I cannot see!

Then, magically, I see!

My eyes become accustomed to glory.

I am a swimmer

Swimming through pale swathes of liquid luminosity.

Each star is a huge white chrysanthemum.

The multitudes fudge and fuzz and seem to fuse.

Below me, pale green billows

Disappear into the mist, dancing.

My eyes widen; my fingers splay with longing.

I feel bleached, like a skull.

Tendrils of hair are silvered against the immensity of sky,

So close that I can see them clearly.

I am drawn up

Toward the puff ball cloudiness of a new moon,

That is, indeed, a brand new moon,

One never seen before by these eyes.

Limpid lispings of light spiral down to me.

The light is like white wine, spilling over my face;

Sweet, exotic, tasting of starlight.

And I say a heathen prayer of gratitude

To that obscure goddess, Myopia.

She of the semi-sight has sent me a vision.

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