When I went for my eye check-up today
after all the puffs of air against my unready eyeballs
and the stinging drops
and the unexpected flashing lights
all I could see were vague blurred shapes.
I made a wild guess
at the last line on the card
and got all the letters right.
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A little miracle!
It was like winning the lottery
only without the pot of gold
at the end.
I felt elated.
Do you believe that perhaps a blind man can see?
I asked the optician.
Come back in a year’s time, he replied.
Your eyes are fine.
Remember not to drive till the effects have worn off.