The blind man

watches
earnestly
his transistor radio.

Not sure

which came first
the dream
or the phonecall
i was drowning
in both.

it was my father

who taught my mother
to love
you would think
it would be
the other way
she was the
better person
after all.

white sunshine...

...he calls it.
if you look
up
it's really pretty
i tell her.
it's dark sun
she says.
the first day
the real sun
came out
we were so excited
we drove
away from it.