Three hands piled on top of each other
One brown, one white, one unknown
The one on the bottom looked tired and spent.
Which is weird, because it was early morning.
Perhaps it has been tired for a while…
The second one was a gentle hand,
With soft skin, and bright red paint.
It would go on to take on the world.
That one looked confident, if not a bit too bright.
The third one confused me in all ways.
Can’t tell you the colour
Can’t tell you its character
Nor its story
Nor its feelings
But for just seven minutes
Three hands, with all their shades and histories
Piled on top of each other.
For seven minutes
Around a pole
Between two subway stations
In New York
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