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I watch from a distance
As a van unloads
Blind kids and their chaperones
On a field trip to Balboa Park

These kids are really blind-
There are no white canes with red tips
Not even shadows are seen by these sightless ones-
Each holds the elbow of a guide

They walk slowly through the park
Running their hands over the trunks-
Learning about trees and
Reaching up to touch the leaves

One girl catches my eye
Her radiant smile stays
Turned toward the sun-
Like a Sunflower

Her knowing of light
Is its warmth on her face