Fingers Poem by Michio Mado
Fingers
Every time I look at my hands
with my fingers open on my lap
I am moved
Tiny fingers are
pulsating
as if they were petals
of the flowers
that bloomed in me
They look proud
They look happy
snuggling with each other
As if they had never been forced to do
anything mean
anything despicable
by me
Translation: Takako Lento
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