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Hands
My hands are wrinkled now
white and cold
like my grandfather's were
when I was a young man
with strong, tanned hands
driving in tent pegs
hands that became sooty
rebuilding a firepit
to hold a small bright flame
hands that brewed tea
after a hard
sunwashed afternoon
running the canoes
downriver
to the falls.
-- Mi Fa-So
Hands © D.M. Wideman, 2016