At the Edges- Notebook

Cover of Planet of the Blind....man and dog....

sometimes my ears were bitter
when the birds had flown away

cold sphinx on the bookshelf
blind kid thinking about

the speed
of the moon—

thinking
of dead silence

he’d so much time
on his hands

cherry trees
glints of sunshine

which he saw
at the edges

**

butterfly wings–fluttering
under the spell
of every life
that is born

**

sospiri…
resting tired eyes
on piano keys

**

there “were” good afternoons
the Great Caruso and Helen Keller—

the tenor guiding her fingers
across his throat as he sang
As with so many things
The fierce beauties…

**

snow journey
humming on a train
a stranger tells me
the moon is full

Author: skuusisto

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

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