Pacate Prospective Perhaps? or just an alliteration?

Consisting of a pool table, playing cards, and a short appearance at the hospital it was a day of adventure and a day of relaxation.

Walking forward, I pass a Gas-And-Go onto a sidewalk littered with normal sidewalk-like things: candy wrapper, blackened gum, dust, and an industrial floormat. I enter. Unknown of what will come, unknown of who will be there, unknown- and yet I enter. The aroma of coffee swirls through my nostrils, foreign and yet so familiar to a young Mormon Boy. Splitting a passion fruit Italian soda amongst ourselves, we sit at round table built for four. Six eyes scan the room, no faces are familiar for my two, but thats what I hoped.

Just a small group tonight or so is conveyed, for all is new. Thoughts of A Goofy Movie an Friends episodes enter my mind. The microphone is tapped to check for sound.

THUMP

THUMP

THUMP. . .

She doesn't know how to adjust the volume but invites anyone who can to please raise the levels. A bilingual boy stands and walks toward the amplifyer. She begins.

Trickling, they stand, read, recite, and convey. I heard and listened.

The night comes to a close and we speak with the founder. A handsome man of 25, tan, sharp jaw, and hair resembling my own. We speak and agree that someday I will stand and convey a message, but instead of using words I will use my hands, as a hearing boy who knows some Sign.

Exit.

My thinking has changed; Influenced from the minds of those who understand differntly. What once was simple is still simple, but now I think using different filters.

just that one hearing boy enlightened by thursday night poetry.