the house of
the pigeon assures
that you are
at a certain
safe height
on the beam of
the ceiling
two sparrows
are singing
you rock yourself
on the hammock
you are chasing
sleep who is
always far away
from you
it is carrying your
bundle of dreams
slippery as an ell
the sea breeze
comes always
pregnant with
some songs from
the other island
you walk barefoot
on the floor with
cracks and you
assure yourself
this is my home.
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