Gestures of Hope By Greg Huteson

                                                                Gestures of Hope

The stone hands rise,
the feathered hands fall.
The kneelers rise,
the fey ladies float
in broad pastel hats
over stained oak pews.

The craftsman carves a fountain
in the bright and jangling nave
while the dove descends like ash
and small children squirm 
in anticipation of wine-dark cups
and handfuls of crumbling bread.

Greg Huteson’s poems have appeared in or are forthcoming from the Alabama Literary Review, Modern Age, BigCityLit, The Honest Ulsterman, The Brazen Head, the Trinity House Review, and other US and UK journals. He lives in Taiwan.

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