These Hands

November 27, 2007
beyond a broken steel gate
lies a long dirt path
revealing a hidden murky pond
surrounded by miraculously changing leaves
with the sun just simply poking through
a tiny hand comes up to cover the face
of a small girl from the bright sun
the other hand tightly gripped
to her grandpa’s
they walked hand-in-hand
all the way to the end
the girl keeps looking up at her grandpa
admiring his glowing face.
she smiles.
he looks d

n at her.
smiles back.
“Do you want to feed the fish?”
are the only words that were spoken
the whole walk down.
they are the only words
that she remembered

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