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Fingers Feeling Freedom
Fingers Feeling Freedom
David J Walker
No
thank you
no gloves for me
I want my fingers
to feel the free
the earthiness of
the dirt
the soil of
my blood and birth
the waters of
my mothers womb
the warmth of
my fathers sun
the morning
measure of my worth
the mixture of the
mulchiness
the frostline of
the centuries
seven cemeteries
deep
where grieving mourners
claim to weep
where sleeping foreigners
feign to sleep
my fingers
feeling
freedom
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