The unmistakable sound
of an eye blinking
and knowing
that mine
was the only eyes open

I knew someone was there
and I could not see

knowing I could never see
only listen

and yet I knew
It was a stranger
for I had never heard
his eyes before

I listen and I hear
what his eyes see
All they see
Is a blind man
sitting in the corner
LISTENING

Shanna baldwin
Venice West 1959-60