Wet street under a sky scrapped rainbow.
Cowshed under December rainclouds.
A million miles away.
Celestial fires are the night’s stars
Like emotions unwritten on paper,
The spaces diminishing both.
Cold hearts inside warm jackets.
Stray dogs starve in howling night.
The poor go up only in balance.
I’ve been in these two worlds
The other has always been the greener.