A Woman Going Blind

Poem by John Grey

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As dawn fogs the pane,
her lawn adorns itself in light
she barely recognizes.

The sun counts down her cheeks, her throat,
the wooden table, linoleum floor,
In one hand, a coffee cup steams,
on the sideboard, a saucer rests
on a hand-written letter. her first in years.
read more by her warm finger than her eyes.

There may be sentiments
in the paper crevices.
Even love in the scrawl on ink.
All unfamiliar territory to the present.

In her window box,
roses lean like she does,
toward what is most bright.
Her sight taps this least of blurs
like a cane.

Perhaps beyond this yard the past unfolds more clearly.
But here, it is merely morning, a dusk in the making.

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Sheepshead Review, Stand, Poetry Salzburg Review and Red Weather. Latest books, “Covert” “Memory Outside The Head” and “Guest Of Myself” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in the McNeese Review, Rathalla Review and Open Ceilings.