18 September 2005
as a man w/ big hands
As a man w/ big hands
So a woman saw soil and
Comes along thinking
Her window eyes
Of this man’s hands
Are moving through glass
Canvass
She cries a little
And he wonders
Just poor dirty hands
And cool autumn light
make her cry?
Hands
Diggin not art
But soil, and her eyes
Stop to admire.
A moment caught
Some where from her
Memories come
And stranger hands
moveth th
Sheath of
Her heart
Aside
So a woman saw soil and
Comes along thinking
Her window eyes
Of this man’s hands
Are moving through glass
Canvass
She cries a little
And he wonders
Just poor dirty hands
And cool autumn light
make her cry?
Hands
Diggin not art
But soil, and her eyes
Stop to admire.
A moment caught
Some where from her
Memories come
And stranger hands
moveth th
Sheath of
Her heart
Aside
# posted by hardyf : 21:40
