The Haunted Mini-Mall, No. 2

The optometrist shop still insists "We're Open!" to no one. Lens-less frames have grown dusty staring straight ahead at nothing, perched on shelves, abandoned in displays. Eyeglasses exiled from any grateful eyes they might have once graced, and now, never. A lack of vision, uncorrected by lenses, an unfocused view.
The Haunted Mini-Mall, No. 2
by Ginger Mayerson
Collage on paper
10"h x"7w
Contact Ginger Mayerson about this collage, also see The Haunted Mini-Mall pamphlet. Poem originally published in The Coe Review, Issue 37, No. 1.