The poetry of hands, 22
A heart laid bare

The poetry of hands, 23


Hands knitting headbands / New Jersey / Nov. 2007

When I travel back to Thanksgiving just past
I think
Grandma used to say that
you make your own fun
Put some table linens on your head
and you're a pilgrim
Pretend that you're re-enacting the
first Thanksgiving
and suddenly you are there
Hoisting drinks and cheering
laughing and celebrating
losing yourself in the fun
Grandma was right

(Evidence here)


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