Sunday, April 1, 2012

De Die in Diem

Between them, the gulls stir the sky.

Below them, a girl walks to work
Thinking of hands
As dancers barely tethered,
As birds.

Another day of making,
And these hands give and give
Until they're scraped bare.

And she walks home
With hands in her pockets
Rough and unvarnished
Like rocks.

They weigh down her arms.

Title means "from day to day"; prompt is seize the day.

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