Hand Out (draft)

I tried to get a spider to walk on my hand,

but it thought my hand was a bird and ran away.


I wanted money,

but whenever it reached my hand

it thought it was in jail, and escaped.


I offered my hand to a beautiful woman,

but she thought it was a beggar, and





I went to the ocean,

and put a hand into it.

The ocean liked my hand,

so I got on my knees  and put both hands in,

then lowered my head and the surf covered my entire body.


The ocean thought

I was part of California.


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I am so impressed by the

I am so impressed by the understated way in which you write these poems, which only increases their brilliance.