Lost Gloves
thick empty fingers
reach from soiled gauntlets
motionless
in the road
seeming to direct
their last project
in a language
laborer's hands comprehend
perhaps abandoned
from the back of a speeding truck
or thrown in disdain
maybe
a wasted worker
his face drained
his docile arms
with misdirected wrists
out of control
flapping weary in the wind
gloves lifting away
landing
to be found by one
who cannot resist
capturing
their frozen dance
thick empty fingers
reach from soiled gauntlets
motionless
in the road
seeming to direct
their last project
in a language
laborer's hands comprehend
perhaps abandoned
from the back of a speeding truck
or thrown in disdain
maybe
a wasted worker
his face drained
his docile arms
with misdirected wrists
out of control
flapping weary in the wind
gloves lifting away
landing
to be found by one
who cannot resist
capturing
their frozen dance
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