Often hands are like faces
or like whole bodies. These hands
remain listless in the premature spring,
they sneeze, cough, complain, grow silent,
with their genitals withered in the sun.
Opposite, a woman suckles her infant.
Her hands, though motionless, are
two naked runners in a large marble arena.
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