Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Hands in the Air

I couldn’t see
whether they were for a boy or a girl
never had that chance
all I saw was hands in the air
catching the breeze,
up above the side of the
new Mustang
Dad and mom,
beautiful people
sunning themselves
in the open convertible
He was on the phone
she had her head back
enjoying the August heat
but it was the hands of the toddler
no sign of the car seat
the clothes they wore
just hands held high
fingers reaching
in the August air

August 2, 2006 11:44

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