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Wednesday, 1 February 2012

LEARNING TO SHAKE HANDS

Mine was the soft clerical hand
that never held a trowel or brick,
his the rock-hard artisan's bone cruncher,
tight, rough, double-thick.


One handshake was enough,
no more the moist palm and fingertip tease,
a lesson from my first working day,
the firm, gentle, friendly squeeze.

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