Monday, March 8, 2010

Found Joy

What 
I hold in my hand
often brings simple joy

soft edged joy
glistening joy
found joy

before I open
my hand to 
let it go
one last 
caress must
tickle my cheek 

a soft touch 
to
engrave
the memory

stretch 
my heart 
to carry extra 
joy for the desert
places
rations to live
rations to give
                                                                               




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