THE BLIND
THE BLIND LEADING
My brother & I drive down the street
A blind man catapults us back to 1963
Our father stopped the car & walked a
blind man across the street Cars zig-
zagging so close it still haunts I wasn’t
even there But the memory is embedded
along with giants & deep ravines
When I was down beside the Sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore
Our father’s grave mysteriously re-sodded
I imagine he will appear at Woodbine soon
And we will dwell on this over cocktail hour when old anguishes will disappear
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Late Summer 2013 *Robert Louis Stevenson
