Blind like me you hate the song
Though you keep quiet.
Why ruin a party or twist sorrow
For effect like a shopper
Pressing his thumbs in cakes
Or the jeweler who tells you
Your watch is wrong?
Take “see” to mean release
And forgive the sighted.
Once in Venice
I walked the city
With my dog
Reading old doors
As if they were Braille
Though weather alone
Put the messages there
The words a dialect
Of accidents and rain.
I could feel my pulse
In my wrists.
I said half aloud
To no one in particular
I can’t love you
Any more than this.
Planet of the Blind 