A blind man
White cane tucked under his chair
A bit unkempt
I wish now I had asked his name
Instead
Of watching his motions
So unaware was he that others
Were watching his motions
Was he unaware others were not in motion
As he
Fiddled
He scratched
Chewed his nails
He spun a pop cap in his fingers
Once
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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