The small kitchen
In the little house.
The crack-paved street
In the city town.
The living room
In which we hide.
The sleeping room
Two people wide.
The lawned garden
A measured spot,
So many feet,
That’s your lot.
We all inhabit
Tiny spaces.
Where we live
Are just the places
Where we give
All that we are
To the earth,
Which doesn’t care
If we are here
Or anywhere.
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