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So Many Hands
by Philip F De Pinto
in the till
and none to call
my own
to crane from
and feed my
solitude
in the dark
bumping and raising welts
of reminiscence
which she would read
as braille
if she were here
but she is
too busy
being
the fulcrum
of attention
in the till where so
many hands
reap what I sowed
and not a reap to call my own
01/22/2013 Posted on 01/22/2013
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