Tonight

from the window I saw a round world
but then everything changed
they threw garbage bags in the square in front
now the birds walk over them
examine razor blades
scratch in the crushed cereal box
in the shadow of the dying fig tree
a beggar made his home
on a dry branch installed the clothesline
old ripped pants and nothing else
I try to read something in the thick cover book
but the beggar starts to sing
single string guitar to accompany
at dusk he's drunk and rant
I look anguished at the clock
but i have nothing to look forward to
in the sky the moon doesn't even appear anymore
and the beggar's grumbles are muffled
by the downstairs neighbors who start to fight

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