Friday, February 16, 2018

UNTOUCHED ENVELOPES




UNTOUCHED ENVELOPES



My hands are probably famous now.
Some novel, a poem maybe,
describing the texture.
The span of my ringed fingers.

I saw the sideways glance.
Quick notes beside
thumbnails of Lowry porters
and the dull paraphernalia
of suburban platforms.

My hands may have an alias now.
Skills ascribed to them
in some thick plot.

Pushing envelopes I never touched.



Tony Noon

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