As I was standing there waiting
for his mouth to move
the words to be formed
I saw something peculiar
there was someone there
in his eyes
looking at me
yes, he said
his eyes screaming no
of course I'll put another lime in your drink
he slammed the drink on the counter
thank you, the guy who bought the drink replied
looking funny behind his thick glasses
he didn't even see the bartender
why would he care about his eyes
it was my turn to order
I'm sorry about that, I said
the bartender smiled
so did his eyes
it's ok, he said
some people need more than glasses
to see.
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