Blind to all sounds
Mute in all dialogue
Yet boisterous as the river at night
Normal as an owl at night
I wish he heard the music
The cricket chirps, the waves
And the roar of thunder
Look, he stands as we duck to it!
A blessing in a curse?
Ticket to be oblivious to cries, gossip,
And curses flying by?
What if thunder fell on the standing?
Or a snake hissing a warning?
An oncoming truck?
After puberty
Will there be a proposal?
And the child an eloquent hearer and orator?
For Albert that is nothing
The world to him lives at his fingertips
And in the grunts that make his sentences
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