Keep A Left Hand Sailing
1.10. There's a left hand
Roving through the street
In a forest of stones
As a stranded dog
Barking at yesterthing
Or yesterday
I may not comment
Or just absently grin
A changeling possibly
Though I just stare
2.11. Not able to put an end
Close collapsed fingers
Trying as I may
The writing muscles
Writhe and move
Feel it in my bones
As a meaningless fog
Of doubt ahoy
Slowly immobile
Navigating ahead
Though in the same place
3.10. Just there
In the morning of something
That won't be happening
Keeps running and going
A Sisyphus smile
In the passing skin
Or spur of the moment
Passersby nod
Silently step up pace
And understand
Though there's nothing to it
Francisco Reich-d'Almeida
poem by Francisco Reichd'Almeida
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