< simple gesture >
Ray Heinrich
so the end of day
takes us
some of us
gray
clouds and such
laid out before us
we eat the fingers
of children
too naive to know
and later we exchange
a look
a letter
oh
we know how to make this
into entertainment
as our poor flesh
drops
all our sorrows and questions
we caught the unknown
the unexpected
while we tried to talk
to someone next to us
to find
our answer
in a simple gesture
of flesh
