i have come to visit you.
you have been living in
the trees again.
away from the motors,
away from the mouths...
your eyes saw
the branches fall,
and the cities came
longer than the horizon.
i am living in my car.
i park it in the shade.
some leaves fall onto
the windshield.
we are both getting away
with coins in our pocket.
we sleep
with ants at the foot of the bed.
