Here's How I'd Do It

I'd do it the way a blind man laughs; I'd do it the way a fat man

eats, belly to the table & wiping his mouth on a linen napkin; I'd

do it the way a deaf man does—how he watches the face of his lover.

I'd do it the way the apple tree lets go of the apple (although

I'd have to practice that one); and the way the shortstop makes

the play, leaping over the runner;

the way a careful man will add his columns—never less than two

times over.

I'd do it the way a wise man smiles when he knows what he knows

and doesn't mind what he doesn't; and even some of the shin-