Poetry
by longhorn
Untitled
I
watched her hands as we spoke.
They
moved without thought
or
so it seemed.
Pieces
were tried here
and
moved there;
picked
up and discarded
until
she was satisfied.
I
watched her hands as we spoke.
And
wished I could create
and
put together
and
design
what
her mind sees.
View
what she creates
when
she captures the image
and
binds it with others
and
presents it to a friend
and
denies the effort.
I
watched her hands as we spoke.
7/10/98
