Old swim goggles
Foggy protection
of light and sight,
or chemicals that burn
tears, into leaky eye sockets.
The water blinds creatures
who walk on land, but
scratched shields still provide
protection nonetheless.
They are harshly used, then
tossed into the folds of towels and
corners of couches, scratched,
and left to dry.
Dirtied by unclean
sights and
feathered lashes
that drip toxic beads of liquid.
Hold your breath and
submerge into waves of
shimmering water, suddenly
blinded by evasive pockets of air.
For seconds I am lost and
perception is altered.
But still kept safe, by
foggy protection.
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