Sightseeing While Deafblind

Morning Commute Cars speed by potholes, wandering cattle, Matoke transporters—horns scream, A market-bound mother braves the boda-boda, Two men carry on conversation, and chickens Rake and probe red dirt, their morning Hunt suddenly intruded upon by a yellow Jug-turned-kickball sending them into a flightless Scramble. I wrote this poem for my graduate poetry class about… Continue reading Sightseeing While Deafblind