Small pretty hands
holding a few pulsing flowers
little and plain.
Long fingers drop-
A thought
A couple words of hope
less elegant, hairier fingers
Gently places few useful words
And a wet leaf…
More fingers, fluttering by
Dropping-
Coins
Globs of dried paint
Old used stamps
A melting snowflake.
A mean shout
A thumb and pointer finger
grasp a feather
And takes it away
It comes back
Broken
And then comes back
Again
by another pair of fingers
More elegant than it was before
A phoenix feather reborn
some other set of peeling tan fingers
Borrows a quarter
and never gives it back
Bigger hands
Holding whats been given
Holding whats been taken
Holding what they gave
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