The attraction of well-washed hands and young words.

Hands, eyes, emotions in confined spaces.

The hill seems clean, the houses on top of it we ignore.

Smoke in the valley too proclaims a settlement.

Even the glances of the very poor at the moderately rich

Are timid. Always with us. Settled in.

Those men conferring on the river bank –

Are they going to shoot something? They are

Planning to build a city. Some trees are spared.