Let Me See Your Hand

let me see your hand
i wanna hold it
it is cold and suspicious
still I wanna hold it
skinny suffering to the feel
still I wanna hold your hand
the hold
gripping
warmed
quickly
melted down a tense beginning
come walk with me
in this place
I am sure silent NBA
"no blacks allowed"
walking by a 1959 Cadillac
I remember the interior celadon
the chartreuse colored Pinto
blazing a confederate flag
tennessee plates
no apparent lynching mob today
pleasantries
howdy
short talk about the Grand Ole Opry
a tragedy
weather
goodbye
come let me take your hand
beside stand
I am quintessentially
man


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