Us Three

[Little Gal]

And yet again,
There is an evening in the sea.
Come sound, come rise, come, rise—
Fill sound in sea-days
My grand mum makes me tea
She bakes my bread and says—
Look, and look again…one more endling spent.
There is evening in the sea,
In my grand mum’s eyes—they are bent.
They take the evening in.
They gaze at my limbs in play,
We wait with sea all night
Us three, to break with a day.