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Truth
 
My eyes don’t know
what they see:
there are dribbles
of color
on the floor,
printer paper taped
to the easel.
Is it a house
or a clown?
I am blind,
my daughter’s eyes
see:
it is a family,
on a sidewalk,
flying a kite,
playing with a dog.


Nicole S Kapise, 2005

By Dreamr

© 2008 Dreamr (All rights reserved)

 

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