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Praise of hands

Alastair Howard Robertson

for Frank

Your hands in darkness are
eyes to remember by;
the shape of spaces known
the way our bodies lie

Your hands in silence are
the voice to make the song
of what we mean to say
and speak so often wrong

Your hands in stillness are
a ten-note scale of peace
to tune the easy dark
and weave it to release.