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02/16/09 - (1)
Seeing the Future
Four days later, One half of my brain is in the clear, so to speak — My left eye, that is, has a new lens (Acrylic, no less, guaranteed never to grow opaque), A new lease on life, on vision.
Meanwhile, my right eye has been left, if you will, In the dark, holding the ball, Useless as a silver dollar In a pay toilet that takes only dimes — Nothing but blurry depth perception.
Until my cataract-surgery incision heals, I'll be using a Rube Goldberg approach — Left eye for navigation, mid- and long-range focus, Right eye all ropes, pulleys, and winches, Lifting words into place, building reading's library.
In a month, my doctor will insert an intraocular lens Behind my right iris. Until then, I'll just have to make do With an imperfectly viewed universe And the promise of a future I'll be able to see.
02/16/09 - (1)
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