Big Hands

He sat back down,
     and looked at his big hands
          that bore big responsibilities
               and wore bigger doubts.
     And he saw that he was wearing big pants,
          grown up pants and reminisced
               for a second
          of breezy, jovial, friendship days
     that past
          these dark cat corners
               in towns where he was not born.
     He felt so frightful and dreadful
          that he bore those big hands
               and broke.


One Response to “Big Hands”
  1. Robyn says:

    mm, forth line…

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