She caught my vision, something
She is with impairment, She
Nearly blind in the left eye,
Her favorite color, Blue,
Deep navy blue, lighter
Shades, mostly all blues, nothing
Will suffice, just Blue,
Her voice contralto, she sings
In the car when she is happy,
Though I have heard her sing
When she is blue, then deepest
Earth shudders, I sit breathless, breath
I do not have, she has the deepest blue
When I hear singing in our car, I don’t
Drive, I will not kill another, came
Close, eyes are gone, Her’s were
Not gone, nor the other, both with
Crossed vision, me with cataracts, both
Eyes, best surgeons in medicine, those
Surgeries, her eyes Strabismus, another
Woman hit the wheel, she was steering
Into vision, I hit another, hit the gas
Without thinking, changing lanes again,
Minor blue and black, all we knew, glass
Fragments, I was repaying myself damage
Done, my cut fingers, not on purpose,
I had slivered glass into tips of fingers,
Red and white infection, I do not feel
With the tips of my fingers, the doctor always,
Dr. Funk asked, “How’d this happen?
Never ever, pick up Slivered glass again,
black and blue, Eyes, joints, crooked neck
Like mine, Crossed eyes, 100,000 dollars
Awarded to the victim, it was an accident,
I say that’s not enough, I would take vision,
Could have killed all three,, him, her
Me, all these accidents, for her most
Important, vascular accident in her retina
Fifty miles to Denver, our ophthalmology
The accidents all types, my Inflammation irises.
Closed, lost major vision, She is stoic,
Now, I tell her blue accents her silver hair
I love her more than any person, she has
The deepest blue: Yes, eyes when we met I told her
How pretty They were, no one had ever been
That close; we’re retired, she seldom lets anything
Except for her hands, get so close, No one
Get’s so close, but I remember, deepest, and I still
See her eyes, she still has bluest eyes ever,
In my life, she still softly sings in our car.
Charles Taylor, C 2018
