We Are Like Hands
"You know how hands come together to clap,
sometimes gentle, soft, rough, hard, stinging, wet,
barely touching, not touching at all -- yet,
connecting through a whole despite a gap?
Might our meetings be incidental or
mayhap poetry slipping through your lips
so naturally, always with a quip,
at me, intentions, coincidental?
I remember your voice reaching my heart
in yore years of war, mid battle, piercing
my cold, as though finding a veneer part
of me, in need of better protection.
I remember you wielding, running in
fields like a gazelle as though with somewhere else to go though nowhere else to be you and your women comrades in a tactical stampede..."
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Onward and Upward,
Dufreshest