The Dream
The window is thin as a spider
scream. Beyond, the darkness
tells the eternal story. Streetlamps,
these nocturnal crocuses, blink
in front of the coming dawn.
Deserted streets. In the gutters
dogs and cats dream they can love
each other. No change. All is the same
like it was in the beginning.
On the other side of the window
is the room with the bed.
The sleeping man wakes up
to become someone else.