Eye Doctors

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I must see
Two painters, a collagist, and a sculptor today;
Four doctors of the eyes,
All with office hours on April Fools' Day.
I'll ask each one
What I'm seeing lately, what they are seeing;
Am I growing lighter or darker,
Am I out of focus, or is it only the background?
Monochrome, or full color?
One painter sees me as a series of cubes, the other
As a still life; the collagist
Sifts through old magazines and rubber stamps to answer;
The sculptor turns to take a hammer to a large rock.
Whatever they come up with, I am happy to see them again.
I raise my camera, and see each again.
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