An Old Hand Poem by HAZEL Calumarde
An Old Hand
you tend to master
all sorts of words
pugnacious,
genius like Mozart
everything's a piece of cake
tracing lines and colors
you delineate like the artists
Leonardo and Micheal Angelo
there's nothing you can't do
all is possible with your fingers
long, short, wide, narrow
true, lie they're products
of your experience
you're an old hand
i salute you
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
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