lest they are picked by birds to sow stars

may be, the tether of the teasing slant is still connected
the roost are not dry yet
the slimy skin of tadpole is still wet
though there is drought all around
dont ask, why
the address is unknown
why the name plate is torn away
why the street ends in a dead end
because the last house has broken down
debris will not be cleaned
the creepers growing on it will not bloom’
but i will still dig a grave
and bury the fallen stars
from our sky
lest they are picked by birds to sow stars
in your sky
any sky
on sly