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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
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