are not ours: they are silica: glass,
and we place them into our walls,
we look through them to the distance,
glasses, filled with liquid,
drunk from, seen from, seen through,
not ours: they are trains, passenger & cargo,
over the track/over the track/over the track,
Latinate, Latinate...not ours
but ships, steady, ballasted in carbon,
freighted with our fears, far off shore
And wheels. Wind. Soil. Teach them
about water, they say. Teach.
Not ours: Torch. Drum. Birdsong.
Cross. Grass. Kiss. Who
can I give them to? Who?
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