Poetry - By Michael Radford ( Hands )
Hands
Out at the end of your arms,
outriggers on a great sailing vessel.
Ever turning to the myriad of tasks,
painting the landscape.
Bony and raw,
forever enduring.
Fashioning the perfect world.
Michael Radford ‘08
Poetry - By Michael Radford
The Door……..
And so, this is the way of it.
You there in the hallway, me crouching in my room.
Suffer you not dismay, entrance into my room is forbidden to all.
Consideration for mutual saftey is the weight that bars the door.
Your ideas, hanging as coats in a closet there in the great hallway
while mine rest just behind [...]
Poetry - By Michael Radford
SMILE
Day is long, sun hot, toil is fierce.
Moving forward the hard concrete rises up to smash into my feet.
Gravity forces me to the ground.
Then, just over there, the instant smile of a child.
It all rushes back to me.
SIDEWALKS
Looking out at everybody
ridin’ in their new soft life,
They got that look that says
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