Grant Handgis ~ Author/Poet

March 13, 2015

from “In The Age of Youth”

The  Double Reflective

 

The runny nose of the child

said of him what he would not

 

that his tousled hair was not a misery

of his own, but natural, like lifting up the unwashed hands

 

to search the reedy jacket of a hundred buttons

for a likely pocket, reaching for treasure

 

in a magical world of pirates, digging for chew

on the porch of a saloon in a forgotten cow town, and

 

finding the wistful bit of bread, crumbling

in the brown stained fingers, the cookie

 

like the smile, was not lost

for nothing is wasted in innocence

Copyright 1978-2011

 

 

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