Behind us, we left downfalls and sunsets.
All we need now is an unnoticed, invisible take-off.
I thought to myself, smoking a borrowed cigarette,
whatever happens, I'd only like to see the sun rise.
And so, go ahead,
jump on my back with a knife, from the trees --
it's wasted effort; even with a cut throat,
I will manage to see the sun rise.
We walked on the edge, then, so as not to slaughter them all, sleeping,
and suddenly I noticed, when they cleared the way:
a single, still green, unformed, yet responsive
sunflower
already turned its head
toward the east.
