You know
how to find your reach
and grip
How to lever me up
and never slip
You can pretty much
get me whenever
you want
It's as if I was born
to be easy and tall,
and blunt.
You know how
to handle me deft,
or rough and hard
or gentle and swift
Well, where did you get
your instruction from?
When you never had
one of your own
to practice on.
It's as if you were born
to make me come
to a shared
understanding:
no game, no race,
but
we'll slacken
and quicken our pace
In this place
Where we are one,
'til we both have won.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Wednesday, October 11, 2023
manhandle
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