Tactile Awarenes
She shared a tactile fancy
Explored the feelings of the world
Inquiries of subtle touch
Within her head vision unfurled
She visited a wooded glen
Saw through sound and scent and presence
That she could hold within her hands
By touching life – it’s very essence
Also hear within old cities
Oily boisterous tarmac tales
Hold still the warmth of evening's kiss
Amid the rows of brownstone vales
But most she cherished faces true
To who they are and what they do
Wrinkles, creases, stories told
Once her’s the only one she knew
John G. Lawless
©6/13/2023
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