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Hand separates to fingers, fringe,
And forearm leads to elbow’s hinge.
There’s beefy bicep bulging strength
And shoulders sloping into length.

My hand: a tool to help me reach,
Snare, tie, connect, release, free, read,
Compose. My fingers fringe my hand
And join yours, bridging island, land.
Posted 04/26/15
from Cathedral and Highrise (Rose Alley Press, 2015)
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