Sweet to bursting
cherry filled and full of song
a word
a delicate refrain
a phrase to lilt me out of life
and into something
better.

Your eyes trace the lines I make:
eight fingers and two thumbs
childish double-arc with webs for sides
a clumsy point ill-fashioned by my
badly chipped opposables-

I shift the shape so you can see
the form through both my hands and hope
that one of us, at least
will get the message.

01/23/2007

Posted on 01/23/2007
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