in your hands

turned
its back
against
what love
once created
without thorns
old gardening
gloves protect
those hands
that once
woven
scratched
my palm
swung beside us
Street Fair visits
helped into
the car for
long rides
over the Sonoran
playing with
the ring given
and how
it reflected
light and smiles
where it
ran through
long black hair
with tenderness
longing
has turned
its back
against
what love
once created.