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