Grey Hands
Jan 12, 2024
This sky looks like my palms
after I would read the newspaper out in the humidity.
wet words marking my hands
cold-blooded old times tracking
page 46
human performance
just below bulging veins
in my wrist
running down me
a different kind of timekeeper
mile marker
wrinkles are the headline, though
hands are not the leader
longing to be vast
ungrasped like sky
