Wrist

Wrist like a Doric temple column; like the hinge
on a medieval cathedral’s door: wrought-iron, massive,
embellished with lanceheads and curving vines. Wrist, graceful
as grass in a wind. Wrist

that defies slaps and locks. Wrist whose bracelet lines are
deep with the flexions of work. Wrist like water over rapids.
Wrist wreathed with smiles.

Wrist that articulates between bones, as a river between
the walls of its canyon. Bones that will rise
with the rest of these bones. Waystation on the road
from fingertip to heart. Wrist that carries snuff or salt.

Wrist where a harrier, a harpy eagle, a heart, might perch.

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