Conventional children called me “blindo”…

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Conventional children called me “blindo”
Of course they also threw dirt

I liked the dirt, it smelled like the hands of the moon

I pressed my face into tulips
Built a summer house

Out of shells
Saved the seeds of apples
In my blindo pockets

Angels went on flying
In twilight
Without wings
As they always do

Author: skuusisto

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

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