By Karl Kliparchuk

Talking blind
with eyes that want to see
as clear as the Deep Cove waters.

Dive deep into your eyes,
feel a caress by your hands,
hands that open my eyes,
run along the edges.

Words become clearer.
Connections become clearer.

No more talking blind.

Karl Kliparchuk is a retired teacher living in Vancouver, BC, now venturing out into poetry.  He is also a reviewer of wines, food, and travel, and how they interrelate at

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