His eyes were white
Like the eggs well cooked
Dark dots of iris
clearly amiss
Led by his nose
he traversed through life
guided by smells and sniffing
A middle aged woman
following closely behind
to warn the well-eyed
"Sorry, he's blind"
The border collie
I bumped into by the beach
kept going straight
unmindful of my
not seeing it
I had lost my way
blinded by the need for certainty
Leashed by my insecurities
as I crawled hesitant
through life
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