He stands at his window Removes his glasses Squints in the direction Of Urgent Care, there Emblazoned in a red Neon perplex. He keeps A handout concerning Joyce's Vision trials in a drawer Beneath the tonometer. He printed the copies Because zeal without Prudence is a ship Adrift. A man walks In so he asks the man To look in the viewer. He says, Now please read the first line. Good. The second line. Now Read the line in red.
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|Title Annotation:||FIVE POEMS|
|Publication:||The American Poetry Review|
|Date:||Sep 1, 2018|
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