Inside And Outside Our Homes

We seek the familiar and foreign. Unnamed Places

Wild wind, I say, and name the ceaseless wind, disturbing the rest of long-maned trees ...

Birds, I say, and name the restless birds forever airborne having no place to land ...

Land, I say, but cannot name the countries where grasses are unlabeled, wild beasts have no habitat, where rains marry foreign forests when rivers find their sources in the sky and where I now start for, not knowing if my destination has a name....

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