Hand

CARLOS RODRIGUEZ-RUSSO

 

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A hand

Rocking gently from side to side

 

over the bedrail

 

searching for nothing

quietly waiting

for nothing

 

Streaks of white and blue

chitter on, somewhere else

sharing words you once understood

 

They know why you are here

they know where you will go

they will tell you

soon

 

Your hand

Rocking gently from side to side

 

over the bedrail

 

searching

quietly waiting

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