My Freckled Hand
By
John I. Blair
My freckled hand
Resting there on the desk
Seems suddenly a minor miracle,
Able to flex with every thought,
Bend, turn, find
These computer keys
And type these words,
These words
That someone else can read
And share my mind.
©2024 John I. Blair
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