-my Center for New Americans Poem-
(for Ed Rwaitkowski)
I meet a man
who draws or paints
(depending on mood and medium)
with his feet.
His pictures would be the envy
of many able-bodied artists.
I resolve never to complain
about my speech impairment
or typing speed again.
It’s a vow
I hope to keep
for at least 24 hours.
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