Roxanne Pepin · Sep 27, 2010
Float

Smoke a little
Toke a litte
Keep a little
Give a little
Love more

Sand falls from hands
Because that is not what they are meant to hold
Hands grasp chests
Because that is the natural magnet
Hands hold hands
Because they’re fitted for each other
Four fingers just in case
But one thumb per hand
Because there’s really only one
Two hands
Because everyone deserves a second chance.

© Roxanne Pepin 2010
 
To comment on this poem, please log in or create a free account
Log in or register to comment