I, Too, Am A Blind Dreamer - Poem by Jackson Riley
a friend of mine
asked me what my dream girl would look like.
what do you think
a blind child sees
when he dreams of a shooting star
scarring the black night’s face like a tear
from the iris of some
the specter of a sunshower
filtered through fog and my raindropped window
and my closed, slumbersome eyes.
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