Selective Blindness
I've watched will fade from ill eyes
I've seen spirit leave its shell
I've found what love covers with high collars
I've been the hidden battered
You've expressed the concern
You've sent the flowers
You've written the check
You've no idea
The disappearance of health
The slipping of life
The bruise from a circle of gold
The reality of being
It's the snake-eyed dice
It's the toll of the bell
It's the shroud over the veil
It's the selective blindness of us all
June 12, 2002
Tressa Lee Breen
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