At The Party Of The Blind

when one is barred to enter
there is no way
that force is
a choice, and so one waits
at the gate
fronting the street and
looks for
the correct timing aimed
at entering
without violating some
rules of this
party game, and one sees
a chance
for here
comes a very important person
who is blind
and you grab
his arm
walks beside him
and tell the gatekeeper
that you are his
escort
and when inside you look
around
where everyone laughs
because
everyone is blind
and you are the only one
who can see
and so you were
barred.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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