17
house wind sleep
we do not
raise our voices
you hand me down
my body
23
where we have gone
into our other selves
we do not need to
find each other
at home in that country
or bother to know
what we know
those beloved things
familiar images
a place of concord
the lights that burn there
burn without flickering
24
I offer you ten meadows of fireflies
you give me one box of sandalwood