It started with a Braille button
in the pharmacy drive through
in Curtis’s haiku. “How useless,”
we all thought, when he posted it
on Facebook, followed by several
innocuous comments. But we liked
the poem. Then as art begets art,
I remembered the delivery van,
pulling up to the curb
in front of Mr. and Mrs. Ross’s house,
next door to my childhood home.
The man in the van came often. Still,
I don’t know what he delivered.
But on the passenger side of his
windshield, a cardboard sign read,
“The blind man drives this truck.”
Even as a child, I wondered
what it meant and why a blind driver
didn’t hit the lilac bush.
About Helen Losse:
Helen Losse is the author of two full length poetry books, Seriously Dangerous (Main Street Rag, 2011) and Better With Friends (Rank Stranger Press, 2009), and two chapbooks. She grew up in Joplin, MO but now lives in Winston-Salem, NC and is the Poetry Editor for The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature.
I love this poem, Helen!
ReplyDeleteI wonder why...hmmmm.... :)