While pulling weeds,
tired, clumsy hands
grab some flowers too.
Showing posts with label hands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hands. Show all posts
Saturday, April 2, 2016
Friday, February 13, 2015
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Yet Another Actually Written Today!
Nectarine juice on
my sticky hands-- the smell of
fading Summer.
my sticky hands-- the smell of
fading Summer.
During the Napa Earthquake (We're All Fine-- Nothing Broken, No One Hurt in the Hattersley House)
Wake to rolling earth--
we hold hands in bed, waiting
for pictures to fall.
we hold hands in bed, waiting
for pictures to fall.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Saturday, October 30, 2010
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