Everything Sees

Everything Sees January 5, 2015

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Everything is alive and everything has something to offer. In the press of daily life, we often ignore these teachers, though they’re everywhere.

 

Everything Sees

 

In the parking lot, I find

one lens from a pair of glasses.

I rub it clean; wondering

what it has seen and retained

and what the person who’s

lost it is blind to without it.

 

It won’t share its secrets.

Or I can’t hear them.

It just gives me my reflection.

 

I turn it in to the young, nice

girl at the desk. She thanks me

and as I turn the corner, I hear

her toss it in the plastic lost and

found; along with the other

refugees of wisdom.

 

 

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