My daughter
                        wouldn’t hurt a spider
That had nested
Between her bicycle handles
For two weeks
She waited
Until it left of its own accord

If you tear down the web I said
It will simply know
This isn’t a place to call home
And you’d get to go...

The rice field birds are too clever for scarecrows,
They know what they love, milk in the grain.
 
When it happens, there will be no time to look for anyone.
Husband, children, nine brothers and sisters.
 
You will drop your sugarcane-stick-beating of plastic bucket,
Stop...

There is no magic any more,
      We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
      Nor I for you.

You were the wind and I the sea—
      There is no splendor any more,
I...