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to the old man blind
all tastes bitter,
even the peach
from his tree that he cannot see, only locate by the shrill
bird cries from the one peach tree in the orchard.
"I see," said
this blind man to his deaf dog, who said
nothing in reply, blind
itself; Hellen Keller canine in a darkened orchard
only bitter
because neither knew it was getting late, just heard shrill
ringing of birds and telephones and flies on a fallen peach
a single peach
is so satisfying sometimes, there is nothing to be said
merely a smacking of the lips, a nasal shrill
sigh, sigh that hurts the blind
who hear better, are bitter
towards that enjoyment, fresh from the orchard,
"this orchard
uncontaminated by pesticides, each peach
100% organic, 100% bitter,"
said
the man blind
in a voice shrill
so shrill
it makes his deaf dog run from the orchard
the man blind
only hears him go, finishes his peach
anyway, and said
to himself, "even bitter
is sweeter than nothing, even bitter
is not entirely alone" for he still heard the shrill
birds who would have said
midnight: sleep, for it is late, the orchard
is dark; the peach
is rotten; but the man knew no difference; all is night for the blind