A Limp Hand Poem by John Ngirachu
A Limp Hand
It hurt when
a limp hand
and a wordless hi
was all was got
from that apple's eye.
It did ice the burns
It was worrying how
formality masked the formless,
protocol the heart's pall,
and she, warm, strong
and he one in a throng
Still, he'll feel
where it's warm still
Still, he'll hope, wait
know it's not too late.
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