Eye Trouble
Close by flashes
fill the night
of my peripheral vision
what's nearly there
just above my shoulder
over my straining brow
I can see in a blink
the paparazzi
ducking into dark alleys
patiently waiting for me to emerge
smiling into innocent lamplight
to trap me, like Princess Di
with their flash
poem by Steven Federle
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