John Ngirachu

Rookie - 20 Points (10/11/1983 / Nairobi)

A Limp Hand - Poem by John Ngirachu

It hurt when
a limp hand
and a wordless hi
was all was got
from that apple's eye.
It did ice the burns

It was worrying how
formality masked the formless,
protocol the heart's pall,
and she, warm, strong
and he one in a throng

Still, he'll feel
where it's warm still
Still, he'll hope, wait
know it's not too late.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 15, 2008

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