she borrowed that slight gesture of her hand
from arrows of time
and she knew that smoke stacks
pointed at a distant unknown star
with the feeling of immediate danger
while mornings curved under the weight of her hand
(not her hand really but the gesture may be)
ever so slowly
that feeling of immediate danger
emanating from that distant star dissipated
along with the promises she made for things
she could never do or would never do
she forgets stories, names and places sometimes
but her hand remembers with a slight gesture
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