I retain my composure
While I slowly unfold
On the sand
And in the salty water.
Tag: hot
Tired hands
Refill these hands
That worked hard and bled today
To add beauty and respect
To old clothes.
Hands not smooth and not shy
That travel quick through the stitches
And join the borders of a hot Sunday.
Give them water, a shake, and a rest
In your lap
Until fresh again.