Rose and Aoife have eye appointments
1.
A confirmation of vision: four eyes
between them. Each test, projected. The speech
and image
of digital type. Deflated sounds,
as visible as air.
2.
On McLeod Street, named for a son
who lived a life of service. I lived here briefly,
twice across two decades. The children
are indifferent. Can we
go get McDonald’s?
3.
A set of leafy branches,
backdrop: office towers
cluster. To bear, Rose whistles
a simple tune.
4.
A former sign on Kilborn, stating
house number aside business name, “1285
Optometrists.” The misread
will never not be funny.
5.
Their eyes are fine. Come back, he says,
in two years , thereabouts.