Moving In Poem by Celine Socrates
Moving In
The bronze knob fits
inside my fist like
handshake.
The dents and folds
press into
my palm's flesh like
the familiar lines of
a friend's palm.
When it turns, it creaks of
glee. I am reminded of
stifled laughter in
solemn places.
Someday, I will look
at this knob and will be
so accustomed to it that
the memory of this moment
will be lost.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
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