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Musing on Gloves and Gardening

Bruises, calluses and slivers live next to Cuts, scrapes and blisters. My hands my Only hands have become a gated Community of environmental abuses Heaped on my hands, my only hands. Branches, cheap plywood and aged shovels Release their frustration … Continue reading

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