The train looks to be empty
but there is a man
who is looking at his hands---
and his hands are looking at
his feet;
his feet obscured by
polished brown loafers
and twelve toes
that count the feet
from edge to edge
and how long it takes
to fall and fly
and see
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Your Hands, Infinity: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry for the Soul, for the Spirit, of the Cosmos, and of the Universal, of the Divine and our Consciousness, of a Friend and a Lover, to open a window in the heart and set ourselves free. Having been inspired by many visionary poet...
POLISHED BROWN LOAFERS
The train looks to be empty
but there is a man
who is looking at his hands---
and his hands are looking at
his feet;
his feet obscured by
polished brown loafers
and twelve toes
that count the feet
from edge to edge
and how long it takes
to fall and fly
and see