Seeing Clearly

Now when we kiss

our eyeglasses click.

this is a function of age.

I have become even more nearsighted,

you, farsighted.

You hold me at arm’s length,

peering across the silent fires.

–Excerpt from “Seeing Clearly” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2013). First published in Clark Street Review.

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