Just because a man lacks the use of his eyes doesn’t mean he lacks vision. (Stevie Wonder)
I close my eyes and imagine
redwoods, orchids, open seas
as another scene sneaks inside
my skull. A friend with a white cane.
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I recall an afternoon as I ask,
“How do you remember
so many phone numbers?”
She shrugs. Instead, she says,
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“See, my cane tells me where the
step begins.” Laughing, she grabs my arm.
“Next time. I’ll drive.” Yet, I know
she has never seen clouds, a half or full moon.
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She knows words like red, yellow, orange.
Does she understand color the way
I comprehend infinity?
“What time should I take you
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to the store next week?” I ask.
She answers. Gratitude wrinkles
a smile through her mask.
“See you on Tuesday,” I say.
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See? I think.
I’m working on it.
I open my eyes,
perhaps a tad wider.
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