Yearbook For the Blind
Silence has taken it’s toll on me
A breeze sifts through the light fabrics of my shirt
Stalling time
In the yearbook for the blind.
Creeping upon me is the quiet of the air
Forever captured in never-ending scenery
The soft daylight reaching through to the reader’s sensitive fingertips
Miniature lush green leaves of miniature trees forever held in place.
I stand frozen in a memory
Smiling an anxious smile
Cooly hooking my thumbs with the belt loop
Paralyzed
In a yearbook for the blind.
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