University of Washington - Tyee Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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Blind men know ask them about touch And feeling, so hard to tell And even in the telling hard to hold. Numbed lingers ache to be reborn to touch life The scraggie stones individualistic barks of trees Textures of cloth cool smoothness of bending grass. 10

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Still the friendly rustle of leaves The scrabble and clicking of The squirrel Fountain droning, laughter bubbling A wind section coming in from High up and to the right As you pass some building A chorus somehow beautiful Somehow frightening where you never Thought you'd hear one Bells to render apart and Sew the day together A book thudding shut—the vacuum The sound of words—unique And real—“I love you” The explosiveness of silence. 9

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I had to stop .. Close my eyes to feel more Know the surface of the pen Like the body of a lover. Craftsmen, mechanics, woodsmen Also know, identify By touch— Reach out Tentatively at first Then knowingly. li