I need two strong hands to shape a poem,
Shifting boulders of sound from rock face
To flat ground.
I need two strong brawny hands
That can build castles in firelight and air
That even the shrillest autumn storm
Cannot bludgeon down.
But now I can work with only one active hand,
The other hangs useless by my side
Like a shredded sail in December wind
Unable to hold power in its billowing folds
And drive the project forward.
I need two strong hands to shape a poem,
To shift boulders of sound from rock face to ground.
Trevor john Karsavin Potter
June 18th, 2024.
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