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A Blind Woman
Ted KooserShe had turned her face up into
a rain of light, and came on smiling.The light trickled down her forehead
and into her eyes. It ran downinto the neck of her sweatshirt
and wet the white tops of her breasts.Her brown shoes splashed on
into the light. The moment was likea circus wagon rolling before her
through puddles of light, a cage on wheels,and she walked fast behind it,
exuberant, curious, pushing her canethrough the bars, poking and prodding,
while the world cowered back in a corner//
