The Blind


you wonder how much they can remember.
waking and seeing no light, only the same darkness,
the same darkness.
hear the thunder but don't hear the lightning,
life from the underside.
life like a storm-
bright and brilliant and loud-
rain spilling from the black lips of heaven-
purple and white and blue
electrifying the night skies
and all the world goes empty
all hushed with shadows and echoes
and the heavy, low splashes of rain
falling through the still air
onto the black ground
where you sit
with your head in my lap,
listening.

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