Working Hands


A child works fingers

like keys in the lock tight on the box

that contains the treasure of a world

that can’t be seen or heard

or even tasted

only felt and squeezed

until it releases its mysteries

drop by precious drop.

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One Response to Working Hands

  1. Michael G. says:

    A wonderfully unique and creative post post!

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