unassuming,

the drum
beats

the playground
of your words

the wings of birds
beat

a yellow evening
smelling of dew

[I had ice in my mouth
and my hands were shaking
like eels.

I've read your poems
as a student
to my first ocean of audience.]
 
unassuming,

the drum
beats

[you were there]

the wings of birds
beat

a yellow evening
smelling of dew

[you were there]

and there were witnesses.