xxiv( and another)

There are no

roads to here.

How did we…

How did I end

up on this side

of the river?

Were we once migrating

       birds and did we get lost

in the shift of

constellations?

Or was it simply

a longing for the fire

                under the skin

       that set our house to smoke?

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