We wake from quarantining through the night

Through bells        a string        between them one in my

Hand one in yours the string        cut from a kite

Stuck in a tree        on the abandoned High

Line when        before it was aban-

doned was it        ever so empty anyone a child

Could fly a kite        when after would a child have come

The bells a bell a teacher would

Have used to start class        but the handle broken off

I speak        my voice you say is an alarm

You speak and I am woken by you speaking

The string between us shaking

Your voice in the string        shakes in my arm        my voice shakes in your arm

We touch each other back to life