tell me what
the hand is doing
as it watches
to lift
slide
and touch
and
in sleep
where does it move
locating
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
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
hand (2003)
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