Hands Old man, I stood over you in your box, and when I reached to touch your gray folded hands, I remembered, suddenly, a fair summer day beside big water, when you laughed and lifted me higher than the trees, and I felt like a big boy, like a big boy, in your hands I felt like a good boy, and you said, hey Chee-pwa, do you see any angels up there, do you see any angelsP Old man, I leaned over you in your box, touched my hands into your gray wave of hair, whispered, may the Grandfathers give you feathers, all isforgiven down here. 35 • ...