Brief Treatise on Seeing and Being Seen

Tangled in a public square, blind man with dog
Alert, stopping anyplace—
Each hour is whole
Every doorway perfect.

Do you see me?
I hear dresses,
Coats flapping,
Cliffs and verdure of lives,
A river, western sky,
The gently loosing bonds
Of your faiths.
Clouds, pages,
No one stops us.

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