Little Vines —Claudia McGill

a.
hold a cool thin hand in your own
without needing to know
whose it is

b.
even fists
even fingernails that scratch
express grief

c.
it was no place for a caterpillar
everyone said
but one was there anyway
determined to thrive

d.
she wants the door knob
to turn she wants
to be doing the turning for a change

e.
a rainy moody autumn-style
heavy dull ache
this summer just can’t shake off

e.
I cry
and then I
wring out my memories

f.
I’ll sit alone in the restaurant
but would it be prudent
even to enter its doors?

g.
come home with me and the pink orchid
in the front window and the new baby
asleep in her room upstairs
come home with me

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