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Thursday, April 29, 2010

frogs, myopia

frogs
do not wear eyeglasses
you could fit a frog
with eyeglasses
tiny wire-rimmed ones
with real, prescription lenses
round and specially-made
to correct the sight
of big, froggy googley eyes
the frog would see
so much better, but would not
understand how or why
you might
have to fit the wire-rims
in, somehow, the leg
or arm
or whatever you call that part
of the eyeglasses frame that extends back
behind the ears, well
frogs' ears
(if at all)
aren't much, so
as much as we don't like to think about it,
you'd probably have to punch those wires
right into the skull
a little bit
to keep those glasses on while mr. frog
is frog-hopping around.

He'll see better!
But he won't know why
or how

it would take
almost a Godlike
Optometrist
to fit that frog
with a prescription that fits
his unique needs. With:
"Better now?
...or now?"
"This one?
...or this?"

as the lenses click
and snick, and shift

from focus blurred, to clean
to crisp

and the frog just sits
and says

"ribbit!"

1 comment:

Tess Kincaid said...

Thanks for the smiles. xx