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Hands and Feet
Don Hynes
March 28, 2013
Between me and thee
thin blades of grass,
light breeze upon the sea;
clouds in luminous mountains,
otters among the rocks,
the ebb tide gathering force
as I lift out over the water
the harmonic reset
of birth saline and rich,
knowledge in my bones
of growth and dying,
the cry from soul
more piercing than the gull,
telling you in simple words
of love for all you’ve given,
pardon for the many griefs
and the honor
of leaving on the tide
when the pull of moon
becomes too strong
for hands and feet.
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