Eye Trouble

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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.

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