(Gloomy) Garden
With beat poems
Two lovers holding hands
Stroll through the city
Shrouded in black fog

(Gloomy) Garden
With broken morning flowers
Shaking awake
The shoulders of a homeless man
Whose head is buried between his knees

And we meet the day
Receiving back broken dreams and time
Grasping the receding future and past
In both hands
We step out of the gloomy garden.