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GLOBE

GLOBE
Say it slowly; it rolls
off the tongue like a raindrop
down a pane. It can light
a driveway or map the world.

Doctors describe the results
of the blast: contamination, rupture,
questionable return of vision.
But what does he see now?
A world devoid of color
or phantom images of the blinding?

The River’s Edge