| Raymond and Irena |
| A.Kushner |
| I find myself caught in the |
| Crossfire of your words |
| That drift up in the night |
| Entering my dreams |
| Raymond's loud voice |
| And Irena's muffled tears |
| Some of your words are caught |
| On a leaf of the tree |
| Outside my window |
| I find "love" and "fear" |
| Hanging from the same small maple leaf |
| There is room for another word |
| I throw out "lust" |
| And I understand that your fighting is about |
| Words that mean nothing |
| Bodies colliding |
| Emotions unleashed |
| Doors slam |
| And my morning is filled with |
| Silence |