Failing Visions
The hole in his retina was getting larger.
He once saw the elephants
heading for the hills
long before the news broke on that far shore.
Even today
when his magnifying glass is cloudy
with questions
he still sees the asteroids.
breaking away from their trajectories
and falling upon the earth
like a pack of wolves.
He told the ophthalmologist
about this vision
she just smiled,
at least he thought she smiled,
for her teeth were as black
as a moonless night.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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