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They hide themselves when needed most Lost then found and set upon my nose Smudges smeared further Cursory rub with shirt cloth before sprayed and polished by microfiber swath Blurs turn to clarity For a while at least Until glasses laid down and the cycle repeats W3 Prompt #186: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Dennis, prompts usContinue reading “Reading Glasses”