Sunday, February 21, 2010


Gripping plastics, Child,
you know exactly what you want,
though it would change
just as soon in your hand.

And later with friends
the metals and lights
solicit your sight
and jump off the shelf.

After long down those aisles
your withered hands
grabbing sturdy jewls
to brighten your grays
will stop by a child
led by firm family hands
grabbing such plastics
above its gaze.

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