His Hands and Mind Fluttered
his hands and mind fluttered
he hit home runs in practice
in his solitude
under the sheets of loneliness
over the view of rose petals
the roar of the crowd wasn't in his dreams
or real love
the sound of pigeons trapped in a paper bag
fluttering, fluttering
frenetic ... was
he once tried his hand ...
... at sweet blossoms and lily pads
his hands and mind fluttered
connie pachecho
2/10/17
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