A train to High Street. Nov. 14th, 2013
Another instant “Yes.” She was reading Claire Messud. Intelligent. Open. Unless I’m asked to, I usually don’t read the poem until one of us detrains. Sometimes I Email an immediate “thank you.” I did so in this case.
the right hand
with all the work and
none of the glory.
the left hand
idle. less capable.
what will become of
it?
Crippled. there. a
Rack for Rings?
that’s no kind of life.