Jealous It Looks
J
James McLain
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It is one red sore eye, as
a down stairs, it is vision
blind as one wanderer of
many weeds, choked thin
with plaque a vine to lead
it's washed basement, into
the sun, it's colorless light
lost, one window covered
over a wasteland of hearts.
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