Perfect Peripheral Vision

Perfect Peripheral Vision David J Walker There was a binder On a calendar Kept just inside my eyelids Where everything seen Was recorded Everything Especially the thing not seen With eyes shut tight On a dark night Everything Especially the things seen from The corner of my eye Everything in pastel colors Painted on black & white Snapshots of every long past lover left in Grandmothers shoebox Until the day she died Everything that Sets off the sensors of memories captured in Perfect peripheral vision Where is that binder On the calendar Have you seen it