The Little Halfwit

I said, "Afternoon" But it wasn't there. The afternoon was another thing Which had gone someplace.

(And the light shrugged its shoulders Like a little girl.

"Afternoon" But this is useless, This is untrue, this has to it Half a moon of lead. The other Will never get here.

(And the light that everyone sees Played at being a statue.)

The other one was tiny And ate pomegranates.

This one is big and green and I'm not able To grab her in my arms or dress her. Isn't she ever coming? What was she?

(And the light as it went along, as a joke Separated the little halfwit from his own shadow. )