Reading Me
Eyes stitch together feather-light words,
search the blank paper for meaning.
Mind prods a metaphor until it speaks -
it is how a blind man reads light.
My partner looks up
from the mute printed ink
“It’s one of your best.”
“Thanks honey,” I say
wishing I had tried a whole lot harder.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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