The Blind Man

 

I saw a blind man

 

smiling

 

while standing at a bus stop

 

near the corner of St. Paul and New Orleans Street,

 

waste-deep in the grand, gansta-riddled ghetto that is Baltimore City.

 

 

God LORD

 

I thought.

 

Why would anyone

 

standing at a bus stop

 

near the corner of St. Paul and New Orleans Street

 

waste-deep in the grand, gansta-riddled ghetto that is Baltimore City

 

smile?

 

 

But then again, perhaps

 

he sees better than I do.