The First Evening - Poem by Saskia Hamilton
Listen to that drumming, so light it skims along the surface
like the birds at dusk dipping down to the water,
or a nonsense rhyme going on below the song.
Then the evening was over, even though
it was soft and if we were to go on we would reach the sea.
I wore red beneath my shirt.
What was to come?
There was a plank between my shoulder blades
leaning against the wall inside of me, waiting to be put to use by the workmen
who come at six and work until three.
Sleep while you can for tomorrow it will be morning.
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