Thursday, January 22, 2009

Poor Samuel, on his twenty-third birthday, September 25, 2006


"I'm still here." I said,
Clenching my right fist
As if to assure myself that such was the case.

"Please nod your head
If you can hear this."
And I waved an expectant hand before his face.

"Yes. But why are you
Not leaving me be?"
He asked, not blinking, nothing moving but his lips.

And then something new
just occurred to me.
He had just been blinded by the solar eclipse.

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