Hands without leaves
Wear bracelets of rain
Cars ride on waves
That retreat
Down the street’s inlets
Broken guitar strings
Shimmer on sidewalks
That bend into green
Babies rock
In hopeful arms
By quilted fires
As small fingers dip
In a puddle of eyes
On doorsteps,
Untied shoelaces drag
Through the mud—
Find among the dirty windows of a sandbox
A toy, its face a wide smile
Just after the rain
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Author:
Chris H (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I think I have a sail plan to get to Ventura where she lives...
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