"Broken Glasses "

 

"Broken Glasses"

Greg Budig 2022

I've never had to 

wear them. Even after 

years of reading, drawing and 

just plain looking at things. 

I've never had to wear them. 

Age has again 

betrayed me. I can see 

the graceful hawk circle against 

the cerulean blue of the late

summer afternoon… but I 

cannot read a box of 

macaroni and cheese. 

And so I wear them. 

Dollar store cheaters

magnified to fix my blurry eyes.  

Stepped on, sat on, lost beneath my 

chair. The hinges break too easily. 

My side table holds 

many pairs. 

The End.