Blindness

planet of the blind

 

The eye, a sparrow really,

Unfeeling

In its church–

And half-defined,

Whelms in first light.

 

I raise a pail of ashes,

Walk to the garden….

Author: skuusisto

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

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