Liza Granville

Evening, and
Sun setting thick as honey
Over fields, woods, cupped in a half-closed hand;
Shadows
Shadowed
Shadows on your face
    Your mouth wounded
    Your eyes a hurt child’s…
    Warned you
    Didn’t I warn you?
    Warned you not to
                 fall
                 in
                  L
                  O
                  V
                  E
                   .