Rows of subdivision
rectangles enclosed to face waning light
shrouded in the radiance of the evening,
place-marking the end of a day in a frame.

A shrill scream:
"I'm like a devil, flying through the night air!"
accompanies the quiet oscillations of a swing,
a small boy sailing ever higher
away from the moment of his conception
and turning to his sister, he speaks:
"let go of everything."