DAY X - Newborn Sky

Newborn Sky
that day was a carrier bag overflowing
between arguing on the phone
someone said that's what my work is
and their innocent floater to keep dancing

an old man crossed the street intubated
slowly with no price for the sell
samurai course online to face adult life
poet said there's a God of time

this day nobody wants this train seat
next to the old unclean poor man
newborn tangerines appear in the city
some good news to travel back