When the sun was coming higher in the sky
And little green leaves unfolding like petals
I thought I could open in the hot sun and feel the air on bare skin
But you didn’t want me to, you wanted me to fold another way
Like forged banknotes curl over in the fire and mother puts the kettle on.
The descent of the sun is too fast and to precipitate
Go slow go slow sun
0 those at the river by the dry stone wall
They will see it all
The stars little eyes in the sky
The moon sings why?
The burn summer grass can’t reply
And the evening sighs