on the roofs

We sleep on the roofs where snow
is hiding from lazy pigeons
and crows, crows and pigeons,
from marble men whose names
are forbidden for desperate tongues to utter,
from cemeteries and fast food joints,
from shovels with golden handles.
We see no dreams, no skies,
too afraid to fall.

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