Houses

I rest my head on to the lap
of silence and, in the small hours, recall
the sleepy smell of the dark room,
arms aglow from the day,
locks of hair glued onto the apple cheek,
the innocent shadow of an eye lash.
I recall the games played to the end,
set theory and the scab on the knee,
the yellow bicycle that was stolen.
I recall lego houses, whose pieces
the hoover's greedy mouth gobbled inside the dust.
Already they are building the house of tomorrow,
youth, on whose forehead the morning shines.

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