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Remind Hands
There's a time when sweet hums
That hover on a whisper
Seem to infuse the earth
With slower rotation,
Seeding dirt under grass scent,
Wind-blown and
Everything frozen alive—
The picnic basket,
The tulip family
Squeezed into gentle order, all
Remind hands
To remain.
Crows nip auto,
As lovers do.
So do the passing away
Of excitements
Sleep on the nimbus of ignorance.
On its tender heaven
They lie.
© GriffPoetry
That hover on a whisper
Seem to infuse the earth
With slower rotation,
Seeding dirt under grass scent,
Wind-blown and
Everything frozen alive—
The picnic basket,
The tulip family
Squeezed into gentle order, all
Remind hands
To remain.
Crows nip auto,
As lovers do.
So do the passing away
Of excitements
Sleep on the nimbus of ignorance.
On its tender heaven
They lie.
© GriffPoetry
