you live in a city where stone scrapes the sky where the starts are hidden behind the roofs
you live in a city where the smoke of cigars makes the nostrils loose
where the motion leads the crowd where the snow melts in mouth caught in air and coughed out
I sleep on grass of emeralds and eat unripe and dusty plums right from the trees
I share bread with funny ducks and quite seldom smoke cigars ? it’s my caprice
you live in a city where music slaps wind where the glass is god
you live in a city where the color of green turns habit into sport
where the beauty should be dug where one beer drunk from mug does make you drunk…
I catch the moon and sing and dance and call you ? tell me once that you can see me
how? where? among the cars
you live in a city without stars
September 2003