No eye dear

Placing one pair
Of bird watching
Binoculars
Inside the cap
Of a navy hat
The dichotomy
Of my life
In a cardboard box
To move again
Another new start
This one makes ten

I recall the power
Of words
And silence
Both can make
You laugh
Or cry
Both can be used
As weapons
Or protection

So I look keenly
Through looking glass
At feathered friends
Deserving our attention

While hiding away
To collect
Dust and mites
Gold braid
Felt and thread
That hold together
Memories
Of a time
When men were blind

If only I understood
That my words
Held power
Over you
I would use it
For good
To say only
I love you
If I could

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