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Volume VIII, No. 2, Winter 1980 |
HANDS
Poem by Patsy Watts, Photos by Mary Schmalstig, Doug Sharp Stephen Hough, Jimmy Harrelston
It is written
nowhere in the book,
nor pressed between the pages,
yet obvious in the skilled
arthritic fingers who do write painfully
what was once routine.
[59]
In the lifeline
one can read the stories of the endless
struggles
and see that these were the instruments
responsible for building countless lives
out of unyielding frontiers.
And knowing that the building is not yet
complete,
the hands' dull, aching throb
will set the momentum for the remainder
of the construction.
[60-61]
Copyright © 1981 BITTERSWEET, INC.
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