September Poem by Patrick Keenan

September



new meant
with hope and intent

bearing grin not grim
a full awake face
balances with
the seasoned strain
of body since

eyes alert
to treasure
shadow
or light

two known hands
open to lend again
soft touch or tight squeeze

Thursday, November 10, 2016
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