Tuesday, October 07, 2008

misty cataracts?

(a poem dedicated to my officemates who find laughter in every situation ... this morning it was this scenario ... a misty morning looking out into the non-visible lake covered with haze)

was it rain, was it dew?
was it mist, was it age?
was it our eyes?
am i going blind?
one woman asked.

"no", said one,
said i "cataract?"
the mist in the air
in the early morn.

laugh us at "cataract"
in the eyes of old
but mist it was
a morning blague
shared by the young-old us!

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