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POEM: Two Eyes, One Contact

Two Eyes, One Contact

“I went to Texas to escape my life,” she said.
“Then I realized I needed to escape from
my escape, and I ended up back here again.”

We were sitting on a park bench facing nothing.
Well, facing something, but nothing worth looking at.
Which is just as well, because she had two eyes

but only one contact.

Every place is a magnet for somebody.

26 November 2012
Auburn, AL

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This poem is partly a composite of things people have said to me recently.

Published in My poems Poetry


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