I. the great cities are lost and rotting. . .
The people there live harsh and heavy,
crowded together, weary of their own routines.
Beyond them waits and breathes your earth,
but where they are it cannot reach them.
Their children waste their days
on doorsteps, always in the same shadow.
They don't know that somewhere
wind is blowing through a field of flowers.
II. What It Takes
of a house
the bugs and rain
in the summer,
stay warm in the winter.
maybe a cat.