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The Blind Dog
By Tim Poland
deliberate and cautious, aware of the limitations,
the blind dog walks through the shadow of the house
until the sunlight hits his face and he drops,
...........................................................right there,
belly down in the wallow-cool dirt in the shade
blind eyes across the seam to warm bright
settled on the edge of his need and knowing
the answers come in rudimentary sense
free from the distractions of the visible
empty eyes shimmer milky green in the afternoon glare
gazing directly at one sun with two eyes already destroyed,
................................................................................at ease,
until another raw sense sparks and he rises to bark,
alert, at the ready for what remains just out of sight
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