Trail Hand                          (November 17, 2007)

I lead with my better foot and
with a sure hand as well, with moves
that are at times graceful and in
most instances just good enough.

But as I pull away each time
my other hand will drag across
whatever I�m receding from,
so that it spills or falls sideways.

I�m always turning to look at
things that I crushed or tore or broke
with mouth and eyes agape. The truth
is, I�m more clumsy than I look.
Poetry

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