Our snakes have shed their lightning, our apes their flights of fancy, our peacocks have renounced their plumes. The bats flew out of our hair long ago. We fall silent in mid-sentence, all smiles, past help. Our humans don't know how to talk to one another.

They were or they weren't. On an island or not. An ocean or not an ocean Swallowed them up or it didn't.

I am too close for him to dream of me. I don't flutter over him, don't flee him beneath the roots of trees. I am too close. The caught fish doesn't sing with m…

Toy balloon once kidnapped by the wind - come home, and I will say: There are no children here.