Written for: The Twiglets #229 - cupped hands
She cups her hands
gather no moss.
sits at the stream
making small waves in water
with cupped hands
There was a man born with strange hands
At the ends of his wrists were cups, and
though he could not write
he was quite the sight
at water fountains and popcorn stands.
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