they do not
live here
anymore,
we are squeezed
making space to forget
once we can joke
we can then begin to talk
of serious things
like water
and its poverty
hospitable
up to our
bliss
greening
word in
the heart
the heart
splinter of us,
more fear
in air between
like now the days
are not
everywhere already filled
perhaps our glee
is always others
