HOW YOUR LOVE FEELS

I’ve heard a blind man relies on leftover senses
– the quartet practicing, strengthening,
playing on along the backbone of his fiddle,
heavily across the tips of his fingers,
leaping from stone to stone.

So hand me the flatware
we set out for family,
for I can’t recall
how your love feels.

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