Steve Tills

I
     Helen Keller
                     would

       Would,
wooden
                         you

*

That I might smell what
isn't given to me,

as others smell danger
or a rat

when none is there

*

Oh, I have my touch,
and I can feel wind,
tears, loneliness, gratitude

some things some others

have ideas about


*

What is a woman

with her sight and her sound
paying her attentions

I have my own intentions
to find out.

*

No, seriously, why should you
be different for one requiring

a human mirror with hands
and fingertips for eyes

and voice formed of fingerprints?




Steve Tills lives in small town in western New York. Taught English 10 years in Northern California (Santa Rosa Junior College). Publishes occasionally, last in First Intensity, #17. Developing/Editing/Publishing Black Spring Online; theenk Press; and therepublicofcalifornia.com presently. Wiped out badly by Stock Market Rip-offs in 2001 but still alive and kickin.





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