Friday, March 10, 2023

Poem: Aging Hands

 


AGING HANDS


The TV commercial named a product

helps the elders with their aging hands

I practically spit at the screen

then as I fell asleep holding THE PHILOSPHY OF

MODERN SONG by Dylan, I snuck a look.


Straight up and down, not a single arthritic

kink, nails neatly trimmed on back porch

blow away with the wind the rain and sleet

Hallelujah for my aging hands. 

.........

Drank my Folger's instant morning coffee in a thinnnn glass cup that once

belonged to Helene Ryesky.

Am stirring it now with love and tenderness. 

....

If I am not mistaken, Mailman Heinline also drank Folger's. 



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