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.