They were conker brown
without the shine
fingers stitched
in neat straight lines
one held a stick
the other swung
the pendulum of time.
 
His finger prints
were etched inside
the silken lining
that protects the
readings of his life.
 
They were conker brown
without the shine
fingers stitched
in neat straight lines
his firm hand shake
a salute or wave
the passages of time.
 
Oct. 2017