Hold Me Up

—1959

 

I had a stuffed monkey that I kept in a closet.

Outside winter—Helsinki,

 

Drew back kicking the door.

I laughed frequently.

 

Light, morning or afternoon

was a web just for me

 

and the word blind

passed through my coat

 

like a small white star

and went its own way.

 

 

Author: skuusisto

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

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