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At My Hand

Stone like
a lover's hand
within my own.
iron staining Small tangled vines,
a cryptic signature.
red berries A tiny leaf presses
close to the earth
and its neighbours.
To live and die
inside the compass
of a few inches.
Variations
by the myriad
on single colour.
Time slips away
as I watch
...nothing...
minature leaves