The Swift

The grass was high, the sun hot, and a swift’s darting shadow, danced on the rough concrete road: Then remembering we needed to buy oranges…I went home to get money; but tired, fell asleep; dreaming of our life by the sea. And when I woke, into the fading afternoon, you came home and told me a tale: the kind that women tell their husbands about someone else’s wife. And when you’d finished, I left to buy oranges, with the swift, the hot sun and the darting shadows, on the road by our house, near the sea.