Six Hands
Six hands rise with the sunshine,
Six hands find their fingers in the new light,
Six hands find feet kicking them,
Six hands hope for work,
Six hands say they are satisfied,
Six hands push away the snow line,
Six hands run over wine-leaves, over the lintel,
Six hands are left in the meadow with a fan,
Six hands take the darkness and gallop away.
Ben Nardolilli is a twenty five year old writer currently living in Montclair, New Jersey. His work has appeared in the Houston Literary Review, Perigee Magazine, Canopic Jar, One Ghana One Voice, Baker’s Dozen, Thieves Jargon, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, Poems Niederngasse, Gold Dust, Scythe, Anemone Sidecar, The Delmarva Review, Contemporary American Voices, SoMa Literary Review, Gloom Cupboard, Shakespeare’s Monkey Revue, Black Words on White Paper, Cantaraville, and Mad Swirl. He was poetry editor for West 10th Magazine at NYU and maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com.