Dry Hands Poem by RIC BASTASA

Dry Hands



on the table
trying to absorb
the moisture of
sandalwood

it is not the water
but the lacking care
of another set of
hands

inside it rains
someone claps his hands
so inconsiderate

outside is the sunshine
of her smile
impenetrability
illustrated

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