Early morning riding the bus….

Blind fingers & toes, blind face

Arms, legs, torso—

Woman opposite 

Sizing me up 

Like something 

In a market

Blind cabbage

& me thinking

How fair

She once

Must have been

A Victorian doll

Poems sticking from my pockets

Some about sea horses

Some about manners of love

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto