I wear sunglasses to protect my eyes from strong sunlight, like most of us. A few people wear them as a disguise, or to hide their expressions. They are worn on beaches, at rock concerts, at airports, with sometimes surprising results …
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SUNGLASSES
I’m hidden in the darkness 
walking unseen in sunlight
if I take my shades off
people are surprised
so I replace them
and disappear into obscurity
it’s a gift of to be undetected
until someone trips over my feet
because I haven’t seen them
behind their dark glasses
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photo by Jon Weston
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‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, 2016.
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About Joanna M. Weston
Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons,
Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
So may ways of fleeing the crowds these days, but we keep trying to make cities the cat’s meow.
Let me know if you get this comment lovely Joanna.
I got it indeed, and happy that you like the poem. And some cities are more a dog’s dinner
than a cat’s meow:-)