- Michael Felix
Old Hands

You have old hands, she said
Looking at them dubiously
That was ‘71
I was twenty-two
Just out of the navy
She lived in a loft
In south Minneapolis
We went to the Guthrie sometimes
(the old one)
And once to a Gene McCarthy rally
It was raining
We got wet
My hands still look old
But they work just fine
They conjure ghosts
My hands still work all right
I just can’t remember the last time I cried
—Michael Felix