SpectaclesA Poem by CorsetBleary-eyed soul stung by a bumble bee beneath the magnolia trees entertaining an autistic child "Is this my world or yours"? He would ask wordlessly with stormy blue eyes that met in the center and rolled from side to side. I could tell him anything, but he would never listen nor would he ever judge or repeat. Throughout that first year in the Orphanage I would find 13-year-old Serena pimples and sweat in her trainers' bra gathered upon the Headmaster's lap learning the Hebrew language He would say through incarnadine lips smeared with lost innocence and spit, Spectacles and Torah. Another door of blessed serendipity slammed in my face, and I the happier for it, nay Thankful for it. © 2023 CorsetReviews
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