The Innisfree Poetry Journal

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by Les Prescott

THIS DESK

was passed down
from one sure hand to another's.
I cultivate drawers and dark corners
where love flourishes.
It's the way the sun sings on its surface
this summer morning
that reminds me of time shared
gathering gem after gem
in search of the durable. I polish
these gems to pass down
to another sure hand.



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