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Travis Barefoot
Poems
Aug 2011
A Love Like That
Does it exist?
I look down
The direction of sight, below the concrete rail
There’s grass and blankets, Frisbees and pups
And a vision of love gone right.
The hands intertwined are wrinkle lined
Worn out with age and aching
Rough from life’s work
Yet soft in the finger’s embrace.
Those hands have perhaps held a plow
A newborn aloft
A needle and thread in fine intricate work
A rifle in a foreign trench.
A pen pushing letters to form words
A gavel to hand down sentence
A mixing spoon and bowl
A handle of a coffin.
Maybe they’ve held an unopened letter
A glass raised in a toast
A wedding dress
A framed photo of someone lost.
Chalk in a classroom seminar
Hard packed snow ammunition
A nervous hand in a dark movie theater
Clean sheets of motel rooms.
They look up
Their direction of sight, above the girders
There are clouds and birds and me
Studying their hands holding on in lasting love.
They walk away
Hands still knotted
And it is my proof
Of a love like that.
Written by
Travis Barefoot
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