the gate, we'll find the way but hurry, do. The path is hidden but there all the same - the leaves will disguise it again when we've passed. Follow the children, they'll know the way; their feet will always find the smoothest stones. Run with me. This way is safer & farther away from the noise, from what chases us. It's always there, so start running. Your belly is not yet a bomb. Your belly does not hide a bomb. You fly up & over the gate. You brush the last leaves on the bough & they fall off, disguising our path. There is a child running ahead of us. She seems to know the way but hesitates & turns to look at me. Do you know the way? she asks, & you bundle her up in your skirts & we run. Your belly is not a bomb. Your belly does not hide a bomb.