Sky

The sky grew light I took the dishes and in alphabetical order gave them to the downpour of the hose and came back. The sky was blue from the sieve of the air a warm, clear light rained down on the earth. My heart had grown heavy with the darkness of the hanging curtain I tore it down on the floor of the pool, to the embrace of the water I gave it in an instant. The sky was red the smell of bread was coming I circled around, far around, the long queue the heart of my basket filled with bread the sky was smoky I came back and in alphabetical order... a man was reciting a poem: - Life, what a sweet game of whim it was – I washed the dishes; still he was reciting; - Life, what a game of... The decree was being issued from the house of night... The sky turned red grew light the smell of bread came again...