Paradise hands
of an orchard angel -
those crooked and dirty
dime-store fingers
that carved the soil
and fed the crows

One hundred years of sun and breeze -
broken nails and citrus smiles
her paradise hands,
so calloused and fragile
when we carried her to her grave.

01/28/2012

Posted on 01/28/2012
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