From a Notebook

Blindness

 

The eye, a sparrow really,

Unfeeling 

In its church–

The eye, half-defined

Whelms in first light. 

 

I lift a pail of ashes,

Walk to the garden….


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Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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