Hands that could build an idea:
a man thinking
a ballerina poised, weightless
a couple in an eternal passionate embrace.
Though it’s impossible, the bronze
is weightless, ethereal.
Hands that put ideas into words
making it seem effortless to explain
childhood and nature and America
and transendentalism in a way
that even someone like me
Two men whose passions
were so great, whose hearts were
so large, the beauty spilled out and
enriched the world,
changing it forever.