We say: the sun is rising
But it’s like this:
In the morning
a little girl, Red Riding Hood.
wakes up...
She washes up or not.
grabs a basket and sets off to the dark blue woods!
But in the woods, it’s hot!..
Storm clouds before the rain
like a pack of dogs:
they scratch behind their ears,
and their teeth chatter! chatter!
In the woods it’s sticky, and here comes a wolf (the moon):
where are you going, anyway?
“From the east all the way to the west,
because my family lives there,
they keep waiting for Little Red Riding Hood.”
“What if I eat you?” “Try.”
Little Red Riding Hood grabs her knife!
She aimed at the wolf’s bald head,
and hurries up to where
they keep waiting and waiting for her.
We say: the sun is setting.
1922