Circle

Blind

There was a girl who could not smell.
So a blind boy came and wrote her poetry
regarding
warm apple pie in the oven
and autumn soil in the rain
and the ocean
and clean clothing
and people she
loved.
She closed her eyes and sighed,
long and happy
And described to him
the beautiful sky they
sat beneath
and the flowers that bowed in the slight breeze
which chased them over the hills.