i have strolling fingers. they like to linger. and feel the feel of the moments.
the rest on walls. reach for fogs. the like the dip in my upper lip.
sand for raking. grass for taking. rocks are smooth. are smooth. this all for throwing.
these fingertips have gone out searching. to touch.to touch.to… give their nurturing.

i’m all fingers, and feel, and wandering.

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