of habir, stuffed with other
people to love, or simply
a loving quiet.
People leave for new homes
when old homes darken
with disappointment.
Other people’s homes
are warm with fireplaces;
spacious and bright
with peace.
People are homes for each other.
Homes reassure each other
that they are homes.
Some people do not need homes.
For them, any room or floor
will do. They live in travel.
their hearts are rivers
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