lenses

It's sunny outside onLY with these glasses.

One to nine on newsprint with his glasses.

No glasses-
prevalent
pain.
in pupils and iris. Iris.
I hope for her belated spring bloom.
Room.
He's slept on petals of roses.

Pedal down and through. Pen down.
Thrust out

with lenses

of magic filters

and a bodily disposition to match.