hands like hard-ridden saddles
weather worn and tanned
a red near cordovan
nearer to the sunset-lit red cliffs
ancient river rocks now standing alone
where he grew up where he was a boy
old old Mexican man selling ropes
and telling stories of getting robbed
by Billy the Kid
hands like massive slabs
dense muscle scarred and scabbed
too big for most things
but nimble and agile
in ways that seemed impossible
hands like sandpaper
infused with tiny shards of coral
but warm and kind to a tiny
person animal
metal part fragile paper
careful tools to be used
in a thousand varied ways
in the oil-scented garage workshop
spotlessly clean yet cluttered
parts and manuals bulbs and screwdrivers
needlenose pliers magnifying glasses
hands that had already handled
things too big for just one man
under the unrelenting
New Mexico sky
alone with the dogs
and the fear-filled eyes
of several hundred
head of cattle
weather worn and tanned
a red near cordovan
nearer to the sunset-lit red cliffs
ancient river rocks now standing alone
where he grew up where he was a boy
old old Mexican man selling ropes
and telling stories of getting robbed
by Billy the Kid
hands like massive slabs
dense muscle scarred and scabbed
too big for most things
but nimble and agile
in ways that seemed impossible
hands like sandpaper
infused with tiny shards of coral
but warm and kind to a tiny
person animal
metal part fragile paper
careful tools to be used
in a thousand varied ways
in the oil-scented garage workshop
spotlessly clean yet cluttered
parts and manuals bulbs and screwdrivers
needlenose pliers magnifying glasses
hands that had already handled
things too big for just one man
under the unrelenting
New Mexico sky
alone with the dogs
and the fear-filled eyes
of several hundred
head of cattle
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