Spectacles
Golden frames
Around the glass
Through which you looked
Ninety years ago.
Could they tell me
What books you read,
What words you wrote,
Which notes you sang?
If I put them on
Would I see things as your did?
Or would I become keenly verbose,
Have pensive moments over burgundy,
Love more passionately,
Sigh more deeply?
Would something in the wearing
Reveal your feelings over the years
As you watched Lucia grow
As you watched Lucia change.
How did you manage to keep them
Throughout Paris, Trieste, Zurich.
I’d be happy knowing only
How many times you misplaced them
Or how often she took them out
And tried them on herself
After you’d gone.
Copyright 2004 K. Nolan
