"Away."
"The boy and girl leave the tired woman behind, gladly.
They are off to find their real mother.
She of the golden, edible house, the cunning hunger.
From your snort of recognition, I
can tell that you are the baby crocodile adrift on a floating
mat of papyrus.
In your yellow crescent eye, an insouciant attention,
yellow flecks of glitter in the cement clusters.
Each a far away answer to an ill posed problem."