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Apr 2020
unclench your fitful hands

this is a challenge



he held them tight while driving

despite the storm warning, to spite

the warnings



his lips smudged

rimmel red



slim he wore them, pleated like

a dancer’s



cloth



fit not cut , if that is

the current expression



i feel he was a man of his time

despite the secrecy, despite

the storm
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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