surely, I must be
seeing things
a trick of the light
a mirage
an optical illusion
surely, I must be
Friday evening,
after work
I drive my car
along side my bank
and pull up to my ATM machine
to deposit my check
and for the life of me
I can not figure out
why all the buttons
and various posted signs
have been rendered in
Braille
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem