Afternoon

The sky asks afternoon for a word. --- "It is 1:36. A black cloud Has crossed one of the white clouds. 13 empty boats And a seagull."

The bay asks afternoon for a word. --- "The wind is blowing Southwest at nine miles an hour I am in love with an ocean Whose heart is the color of wet sand. At 1:37 13 empty boats And a seagull."

Afternoon asks the ocean, "Why does a man die?" --- "It is 1:37 13 empty boats And a seagull."