I saw a young
scientist
at work today
and could see him
as an old man
tufts growing out
his ears. But
just the other day
I saw an old man
and, for him,
I erased wrinkles
firmed his jaw
muscles
and could see what
a fine-looking
young fellow he
had been.
What is my mind
doing
of its own
volition?
I didn't ask for
this second sight.
©2016 Muriel Thumm
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