Two Face

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Two Face

Two Face

How far can you see?

All the way to the moon, the stars, further, farther?

Near sighted, far sighted mid sighted, no sighted.

Since sight is actually the eye gathering in and interpitin’

The light that passes by.

You and me,

and the birds in the tree

see only as far,

as the surface of our eye.

Light by the ton, is thrown from the sun

rushing to earth in a blink

bringing blue hues and red hues

greens browns and yelloos

mauve puce and pink.

But not all that strikes you or tree or blade of grass is reflected away.

Some seems to stick, get absorbed and stays

some is accepted, some is rejected.

So, this makes me wonder

is the blue ball on the green grass at the park near the old town hall,

Since the blues’ been rejected

and the rest’s been accepted,

is the blue ball a blue ball at all?

So I don’t see what’s really there,

but just what’s thrown away.

So blue is red, and red is green

or every things mixed up and grey.

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To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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