Monday, January 25, 2010

lost by Ross Vassilev

the stars are

and this moth
circling the room
is even more lost
than I am.

my family came
to America when
I was 3

before that
I had a country
to call home

but with the fall
of Communism
that country
is gone now

it starts to rain
outside as
the moth tells
me about fate

and things lost
and left behind.