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My left fist,
already born,
feels the dawning stiffness
in its brother’s shoulder.
Still the fingers are curled
into the familiar lump and
looking down I see that-
My feet are inches distanced from the earth.
08 Monday Jun 2020
Posted Poetry
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My left fist,
already born,
feels the dawning stiffness
in its brother’s shoulder.
Still the fingers are curled
into the familiar lump and
looking down I see that-
My feet are inches distanced from the earth.
07 Sunday Jun 2020
Posted Poetry
in06 Saturday Jun 2020
Posted Poetry
inThere is nowhere to get lost
now;
except the phrase,
caught between a spider’s web
and a breeze-
‘I told you so’