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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