New Poetry: Potluck

Beside the long table of a church

potluck a blind man shuffles by

with a seeing man at his side

the seeing man holds a plate

describes the foods

and no matter what he says

the blind man replies oh that sounds good

chicken salad oh

that sounds good

macaroni oh that

sounds good green

beans with almonds oh

that sounds

good life itself oh

that sounds delicious