Braille

The blind folding their dollar
bills in half.  Giving the fives
a crease on each corner; leaving
the tens smooth as a knuckle.

There are ways, even in trust
among the rank and file
of the seeing,
not to be bilked.

The blind leading the blind
is not so bad —

how it is lost on us every day
that you can learn all
of the world you need to know
by tapping it gently
with a stick.

From Nobody Lives on Arthur Godfrey Boulevard by Gerald Costanzo.
Used by permission of the poet and BOA Editions, Ltd., www.boaeditions.org.  Copyright © 1992 by Gerald Costanzo.