Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Blindly Watching

A blind man

White cane tucked under his chair

A bit unkempt

I wish now I had asked his name


Of watching his motions

So unaware was he that others

Were watching his motions

Was he unaware others were not in motion

As he


He scratched

Chewed his nails

He spun a pop cap in his fingers


He dropped It

But found It again Quickly

I studied him

I thought of him and me

In a room where we didn't really belong

I wondered how much he understood

I often wonder how much I understand

If anything

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