Hands: Part 1

Your hands are a little like worn catchers' mitts.
Not the stiff new mitts with the fresh ties and shiny finish.
I mean the ones with smooth faded leather,
still thick and padded,
but softened a bit by rain and sun and use.
They are a little cracked from wear
but have touched my body enough times
to know exactly where to bend.  
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