Tuesday, September 14, 2004

hand (2003)

tell me what
the hand is doing
as it watches
to lift
and touch

in sleep
where does it move
open doors
reaching inside

hand can
no longer hold
weight of secrets
damaged hand
tired from argument
scratched by thought

sometimes hand
is the gun
sometimes the bird
startled skyward
by the shot

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