A Poem, The Blind Man on the Lake

The Blind Man on the Lake

The blind man in the

Shack by the lake died

Yesterday morning.

The cookie cutter

Subdivision thought:

Possibilities.

“If we plowed the house,

And flattened the land

We could see more lake.”

The blind man had none

To claim the land now;

A lakeshore palace?

He was alone save

A nephew in Rome,

And a mix breed dog.

“We must see the lake,

And I’m sure he would

Want us to see that

Which he only sensed.”

The blind man was laid

In front of his shack

Lake watching his tomb.