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Questions Concerning My Prospective Operation on My Common Cataract
by Earl Coleman

Whether I seek vision, or to contemplate
my fate, I have no choice but let them operate.
For I’ve been blind to banner headlines and yet
signatured a print so fine a dozen lawyers
arabesqued upon a single line. Sighted,
in the polling place, have I not levered
into power candidates so dimly limned,
comparing each to each, that they’re identical,
but ask you, every one, if we will blindly
put our faith in him? I know I’ve focused
on the check-out line itself, but not upon
the price I’ve paid for this convenience
they’ve seduced me with. Am I too late?