my friend's birthday last sunday. happy belated, naomi rogers.


(last sunday: eighteen candles) rob's challenge

"you have beautiful hands"
"oh, thanks"
"they fit you -- writer's hands"

she said this with frailty,
in our humanistic inerrancy.
i think i can paint the picture for you.

here:

[(make a wish)]

"thanks for the ride"

[i walked out of the car,
with my hands in the pockets]



Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2006-11-08 at 07:06

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betsy Firefly
Great poem, Z!

Should it read "..with my hands in MY pockets"?
2007-01-06


R.
I love this. I picture a cold fall day and a mostly quiet ride home through dark streets. How you managed to conjure up that image is what makes you so good.
2006-11-13


kladdpapper
written as reality, but there is underlying magic.

nice poem.

sara.
2006-11-09


Kathy Lockhart
One moment in time written on paper for an eternity. I love those writer's hands; they create!
2006-11-08


keith nunes
wonderfully obtuse z!
2006-11-08