Poezja

By genetic accident─ 
I fall in your way. 
A city sleeps between the arms. 
 
Will you give me 
a nickel of memory? 
I have lost my home. 
 
What do I do 
with the moon? The night 
has called for the sun. 
 
Making a nest for 
the sparrows. Want to 
hear the domestic voices. 
 
Here, the dreams 
go. I am selling the 
family silver.