Poezja

In a moment
of panic-
you write a poem
to catch the truth.
 
The aplomb and glitter
of money's ride
shatters.
 
And the stones sing.
A star breaks away from
the galaxy.
 
I harbor your face
like a bee's sting.
 
I watch,
watch the ills of hunters.
Why you want to commit
the sin on a particular
day?
 
 
Orange planets, as of blood
and fire, seek another sun to light
the dark crevices
of doubts and fears.