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a poem by my dear aunt - missin her like crazy-

these hands

©1998 Merilene Murphy
these hands are suspect creativity / how we shape / a man / a woman / a child / up for new being escape / from mean streets / the monster machine / makes of / a man / a woman / a child / these hands are suspicious as / homemade happiness / how honey minutes spill / from rotten voids we fill / new being tender sweet / before us / a taste for excellence / a feeling for / a man / a woman / a child / these hands zap magic out / this rabbit hat world / no trick too quick to give thanks / no gimmick necessary to take enough / only enough for / a man / a woman / a child / no lost / not losing any more / whose new being address is a / mirror face everywhere of / a man / a woman / a child / wherever / self-evident strength is / a loaf / a leaf / a love / a laugh / these hands are / watch them now / breakers to break a cycle vicious / shakers to shake the dead awake / out / piss stained alley graves / makers to make schools kneel down at / caretakers / breadbreakers / embracers / these hands are ten aces in the game / to win / new being style / for / a man / a woman / a child /

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