I said, Tonight.
I said, Soon.
I said, The day will end.
I said, In the opening scene I am
a sugar-stained child of nine or ten,
uchuvas slowly ripening, sour
sweetness touching my tongue.
I said, Tomorrow.
I said, Soon after.
I said, The night will end.
I said, In the closing scene,
inhaling the sound of the sea,
a summer dress worn too late,
I am a husk of yellow-orange.