My Hand Is Me
Here within my hand,
you will find all that is me.
Held open so you know,
I hide no treachery.
My fist is not in anger,
but closed against greed.
My handshake is my word.
My hand plants many seeds.
For Brian Strand's contest
Placement: 2nd
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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