the 10-day forecast sucks, but i shall soon see with new eyes
i did my part. i made visits to a place of vision, and then took friends, and talked to the man i liked all of along with his name, our eyes meeting above glad mouths more and longer than was called for, and as much as i wanted, and i said what the hell and i paid, and my friend said yes you want the bag, that's part of the fun, walking away with your bag, and out on the street i loved her for that, though it's not the same to me, not her giddy bouncy float of joy, but hey maybe i can train up, then i went on the computer and made a phone call and got a phone call and went on the computer and made another phone call, and i went to another place, and i read on my book and followed the friendly woman from room to room to sit with my chin in the cups at the several binocularial hoohas and i read on my book a lot in another and the man came and said no let's go to this one and we did, and i talked to the man and laughed about things and watched him decide, faster and moreso this time than last, that i was worth more and better talk, and we did that and laughed and were quick back and forth, and he shared what he wanted to share, and i told him a or b and better or worse and he said not to worry i couldn't get it wrong he knew the right answer, and how that could be i didn't know or care, it was okay, it was good, and i read more on my book, and he sat again and showed me the model and pointed and talked and gave his order and i promised again not four years next time, and i sat at the narrow gray table with the new struggling but confident woman who clearly has had some support in her life and all the walls there were windows and the rain had let up and i answered on polish and coat and sat but didn't read on my book as she shuffled charts and checked with the other woman and put numbers on papers and i paid and i paid and now i just wait, and if nothing goes wrong i shall soon see with new eyes, at least one way. at least one way.
