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TWO POEMS by Ellen C. Bush

ASTIGMATISM   It is my birthday ritual but every year I am surprised to see my optometrist still alive, seeing me. He must be past eighty, mustache and skin of a former smoker, stale breath. I must have so much time left. I’ve been returning to this chair since I was seven, but have yet […]

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