House in Miamisburg
Crickets chirp all through the night.
The sky gently envelops the earth.
God is intimate and welcomes his guests
by patting them on the shoulder.
Fireflies shine like 120 Watt light bulbs.
From Juliet's balcony I observe the animals.
People do not live here.
Not in those houses or high-rises.
They sleep in the logos of their companies
as they descend from stress into the subterranean
picking fruits that hang from the telegraph lines
– upside down.
© translated by Damir and Majda Šodan