The ex-boxer looked down at his red thick-jointed hands emerging from the soapy water. So it had come to this. He shook his head, the spirit rising in his chest again. The door opened. “Hurry up Grandad, we want to go to the park!” He smiled and wiped his hands.
Youth ran through my fingers like water or sand
my hands as dry as late-summer grass
Hands and heart, hands and heart
skin rasps, blood thickens
Love ran through my fingers as youth did
my hands dry, my hands dry