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Saturday, April 14, 2007

Rose-Tinted Aria

My friend Aria Rosas is blind. Well,
nearly so and innocent in many ways,
with shapely legs and popup smile. But,
still she seems to sense somehow the
subtle shift from black to gray that just
one strand can make, a lovely strand
playing lush chords between her legs,
an octave shift in G.

She said she heard it enter, this first
gray hair, a supernumerary, an actor
out of place, prancing speechless in
pink pumps through the opera of
her life. A bit player, really, waving
a silver spear, bowing to the balcony.
Blowing gawdy kisses into the air.

For Aria, who masks her blank and
wandering eyes behind rose-tinted
glasses – with tiny rhinestone hearts
embedded in the lens – there isn’t much
to see. But still, as she gets older,
she unplugs her pink bedside lamp and
hums while her lovers grope through
darkness, using unseeing fingers to direct
her swelling silver chorus.
Kate Campbell
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