Lily runs out towards the field
the night is cloudy with
the tears in her eyes.
Hector sits with crepuscular creatures
little hard pretzels catch in his throat.

Cicadas ****** the air around her
guzzling through foam
is all he knows.
When will the sun relieve the moon?
For her, too late; for him, too soon.

Lily darling, don't fall in with him
regret unfolds when it's too late.
Hector my son,
where'd you go wrong?
She tumbles down the waterfall.