i’d rather deafness of the two, but i’d go half-blind if i could:
see every thing pass in a blur.
pulling off the glasses from my face, i place them on the ground
near my feet, and then i turn.
shadow-boxing the air, i fight the shadows boxing me: spinning
punching kicking grunting, blind.
the sun is long gone. a car passes, twice. palm trees twitch,
dark towering globs against the sky.