Post by AquarianM on Mar 6, 2008 at 4:33am
Our Hands...A hammer is light,
Swinging it flashes,
Nails driven quicksilver,
Houses or crosses,
In our hands.
Fish hooks and old leather,
Falling coconuts adrift,
Dying palms in a rising sea,
A plastic swirl bigger than the USA,
All at our hands.
A garden of summer delights,
Picnic for the hungry,
By the lazy riverside,
Flying cottonwood seed,
Prepared and tended by our hands.
Double edges need no swords.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 03/06/2008