Kindergarten lesson
a paper heart to teach
the rounds of a triangle
her good hand falling
on a roach
Poems on the topic: hand
Poems on the topic “hand” on Poets.by.
Good books
a book of rain
in the book of my hand
a thing so long
it is not fit to publish
I read the book of the ear
prefacing the book of the confessor
I am sorry for the book
I am reading now
what people believe
and grieve in it
Slow dance
is my knee red
which hand is handsome
alone with each other
we begin to learn to dance
for two to pray
being one is holy
Capital punishment
we go to see a man
hanged for robbery
I touch the dead body
with my bare hand
cold as silk
sleek as a seed
and I hear the fuddled
impossibility of a heart
the teeth that will never now
fall out
Bit parts
feet know how
to love the land
hands having a way to be rich
turn to design
I discover a cod’s head
in my manuscript
Testing the water
not yet light
I put my hand in the sea
to learn the difference between
air and prayer
Tools
we hear nothing till matters settle
of the vast trade of money at dear rates
an audience full of weak hands
and seahorse teeth
having love for the high ground
that great taffeta the world wears
Vicar
proud of my pretty hands
I play a wise man
give husband to wife
with my two copies of a book
Rehabilitation
A bat is ill, since
my chimney smokes.
I quarter him in my hands—
a bat bed.
Populist
I put my hand among
many hands, indifferent
to the king. Who
did I respect?
The rain.
Dirt.
Royal flush
a hand with a king—
after I vomit I look
for good cards
Lessons
Hands ought
to play. Three times
this week we speak,
my instrument and I, neck
to strings.
Describe a feeling — we’ll find a poem
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