This Hand Poem by jodi glass

this hand will pick up trophies
green guilt, kiwi flavoured
this hand picks up pens of dreams
ordinary yellow, leaning proudly

this hand will find gold
shining the pacific ocean
this hand strokes oceans
on a cloudy day, murky, dream filled ocean's

this hand will feel the tender stroke
of silk hands, woven specially for mine
this hand glides over stupidly soft cats
fur, transferring love daily from a full bank