Wendy Chin-Tanner, Anyone Will Tell You

nearly night
the sky bleached
to winter

white over
black water
sough of wind
from box fans
speaking tongues
to the heat

of bodies
of beds and
rooms rising

twice the moon
rose this month
twice I spoke
on time and
the color

blue outside
the vault of
sky dark blue

violet blushed
bruised violent
there’s never
only one
will tell you

skin of dust
on liquid
dusk covered

I fall and
fallen thus
after fall
it will be
the middle
of my life

one of those
days become
one of these