Staircase
Few meters of flat space
Seagulls and crows outside the window
A street full of cars
The lawn greens itself
When you go after groceries
And when elevator goes up and down
Beer chills in the fridge
An old geezer walks down the street
On the firmament: beauty
Satiation of constellations
Sometimes a plane flies by
A satelite blinks
And you can sleep calm
Nothing will happen here
It wont be bad
Despite noises on the staircase