Touch

Touch

The deaf and blind boy stood by a tree 

and touched the moss with his fingertips, stroking 

the springy patches on the trunk.  Then the two 

women on either side led him gently away, 

 

guiding him back to the road where Bumble 

and I were walking, too.  I let him pass, not wanting

to risk embarrassment.  But I stopped and turned, 

calling after them, and one of the women 

tapped my question on his arm.  And he nodded 

 

his head and grinned, and Bumble came wriggling. 

The women helped him bend, and he reached 

out his hand, and he touched Bumble’s warm fur 

with his fingertips, and he laughed out loud, 

his laughter rising up into the air.

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