Out here
We listen to
crickets and frogs
Not pure
silence
In there
The child is
restless
Approached
by the ape
Whose wide mouth
howls
An accusation
of horrible blame
The child has
seen this
Visitor of
dreams
Out here the
day’s humidity
Has left us
breathing rain
And we feel
close to soil and skin
Inhabitants
of earth
And not like
men
In there the
child emerges from a depth
Clings to
what remains
Of teddy bear
and Spiderman sheets
Smelling of
salt and sand
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