many hands
I snap green beans that fall and ring like
the singing of a prayer bowl,
connect me to my mother’s,
grandmothers’, my daughter’s
hands and the porch in
summer. Lightning
bugs’ flash bulbs
blur my
past.
4 thoughts on "many hands"
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Beautiful! Such a great shape, and the “ring-singing” internal rhyme sings. I also like the image of lightning bulbs as paparazzi.
Thanks so much!
oh I love the idea of those beans ringing like a toning bowl in a master’s hands!
Thanks! Such a soothing sound.