The Blind Woman

August 10, 2008 at 3:40 am Leave a comment



The Blind Woman


The blind woman is dancing

out on the dimlit floor, shaking

her head

and tossing her golden hair

(i have felt her

heavy, well-kempt

scented hair), her gestures somehow formless,



She doesn’t even know

i watch her.

(I sip my beer, and sigh.)

What does she think of, who

does she see, lost

in her private world?


Later, walking away, muttering silently to my self, i wonder:

who watches my

private dances?

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