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Cracks in my Eyes
Mila D. Aguilar

My granddaughter says
I have cracks in my eyes.
Cracks in your eyes, Wowa!
You have cracks in your eyes.

Those are veins, I retort.
No, she shoots back, quite sure,
You have cracks in your eyes.
Five years old, she would not

Be deterred. So I demur,
The claim echoing in my head.
What could she mean?
I have no way of telling

Except my eyes sting
A wee bit. I couldn't cry it out,
I know too much ahead
For tears. It is

Another wait, the last
Before the most crucial one.
You would think it were
Physical, but it is not.

It isn't even happening in
The area of the soul.
Not anymore. The battle's
Up ahead, it takes not

Eyes to see. I wish
My eyes were whole and
I couldn't, but I do. Cracks
Speak. Eyes only see.



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