Now you are back on the rickety terrace.
A woman is singing on the street below.
We have long since abandoned the sanguinary monsters:
they are only citrons, lemons, dates, and oranges.
Children are kicking a soccer ball
in a cinder block courtyard under the power lines.
Swallows dart past in semi-circular sweeps,
their swept-back, pointed wings
touched with pink and blue.