What is found twice
Asks to become one’s own,
Attracts attention.
It will serve
And won’t wear out soon,
Will feed and quench thirst.

If only not to ignore,
If only not to miss,
If only to honor,
If only to take in.

There isn’t that much that’s native,
Claimants to the dearest.
We’ll accept what is found again —
Let there be more.