Post on 22-Feb-2016
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ALICE AT SEVENTEEN: LIKE A BLIND CHILD
by Darcy Cummings
One
Summer
Afternoon,
I learnedmy body,
like a blind child
leaving a walledSchool for the
first time,
stumblingfrom cool
hallways to a world
dense withscent and sound,
pinesroaring
in thesudden
wind
like a HUGE
chorus
of insects.
I felt a
dampsocket of
flowers,
touchedWEEDS
ridingthe crest
of a stony ridge,
and the scrubby
groundcovered the
hills.
haystacks
burn,
began to
smoke roselike sheets of
translucent mica.
The thick air hummed
over theSTRETCHED
wires
of wheat as I
layin the overgrown
FIELDListening
to the shrieks
of smallRABBITS
bounding
my skin.
beneath