Blind Bat

she says of me
inspiring
but that's what
she is to me

i'm aspiring
but slightly
lying that
i'm trying

writing as if
a blind man
out for a
walk a

round town but
my cane and feet
tell no shape or form
for all i know i'm going

but thinking
what it means
to go around
the block

ticking by touch
multiple times
my mind taking
in everything

my cane sends
signals for my
brain to see as
an object but

objectively
only what's
before
me not

aware that
there three
feet the left
of me is a

gorgeous
chocolate
labrador
next to

a red fire
hydrant
taking a
pee
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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