Myopia: Distant Objects Blur

September 10, 2008
By Kirsten McGee, Fruita, CO

Flopping down into a green luscious sea
Silky strands of hair frame my serene face
Coral blossoms whir from a sakura tree
Cradled by gentle breeze, lost in a sky race

Opaque monarch wings shower orange crystals
Glowing, shining, in the cobalt background
Rapid waterfalls, roaring like pistols
Katydids skitter, waltzing all around

Milky clouds form a fantastic shape
A gleaming fairy, blazing dragon, dancing bear
They have no cage, no steal bars to escape
Me, trapped in reality’s barbwire snare

I wish to float in that utopia
Nature blurs, fades, is this myopia?

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