A sparrow sits on the parapet,
before our eyes the clouds carry all the whiteness.
Outside veins are heading towards yearning,
I have stopped holding up walls of broken embraces.
As I close your window a handful of sky moves from
one planet to the next.
We reach the edge write seven alphabets under the eyelids
street lights shed their skin.
I continue the search,
ivy strangling in a fence the red ants seeking earth.
The evening skies repeat a smile that burns
and comes through unknown stars.