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The Poet’s Hands at Twilight

April 7, 2011

The Poet’s Hands at Twilight

These hands are like the satin edges
    of a new born baby’s blanket
tucked tenderly beneath the future
swaddling the present through the night. 

Resting infant.
Comforted from the night’s dark shadows
sheltered from the world’s worries
by these hands of protection – 

Hands at rest
at the edge of a weary day
one placed on top of the other
wondering what the next will bring. 

Now grasp loosely, but firmly, a pencil
to play yet a silent poet’s score
on the back of an envelope
    from the credit card company.

Ray Brown

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