Paul's new poem is simplicity and originality... - poetheart 04/28/03
The hand continues waving back at me
Almost rhythmic in nature
But perhaps like a schedule
Reminding me of time and tunes
Continuous even in peril waving
Witness to all
The Mother, it's often called
Predictably making its rounds
Watching and watched
Among the basis of separation
Its hands swing around
As its hourly chime resonates...
by Paul Papasavas