Fingers

Francis Rosenfeld
Collected Poems by Francis Rosenfeld
1 min readOct 25, 2016

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Fingers tapping on the table, on the forehead, on the window,

Shuffling papers thin as tinfoil, pouring corn flakes, wiping mirrors.

Fingers stretching wrinkled cotton, brushing dust specks, creasing cardstock

Pasting photos next to scribbles, dabbing cold cream, picking bluebells.

Fingers twisting silky fibers, changing light bulbs, turning pages,

Scratching lightly at the surface, planting plum pits, chasing daydreams.

Fingers weave cat’s cradle pass-times sporting thimbles, playing air drums,

Ruffling feathers, painting gouaches, testing pudding, touching heirlooms.

Fingers matching color samples, picking thumb tacks, holding pencils,

Pushing hair strands off the forehead, lifting tea cups, turning sound dials.

Fingers braiding wavy tresses, sorting mittens, baking cupcakes,

Feeling blood flow through the vessels, signing peace signs, petting gerbils.

Fingers strumming airy music, waving welcomes, holding flowers,

Kneading pastry, cutting ribbons, closing envelopes, typing stories.

Fingers cleaning sandy conch shells, wiping sweat beads, flipping switches,

Blowing kisses, counting banknotes, sending blessings, fluffing pillows.

Fingers speeding slowing heartbeats, fixing eye sight, waking children,

Healing sickness, breaking bread loaves, catching fish, forgiving errors.

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