Friday, July 05, 2013

IF YOU KNEW

What if you knew you’d be the last 
to touch someone?
If you were taking tickets, for example,
at the theater, tearing them,
giving back the ragged stubs,
you might take care to touch that palm,
brush your fingertips
along the life line’s crease.

(For the rest of this poem by Ellen Bass, read here.)

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