Mara, you, why here, how
above the ashy road quivering in the light of a street lamp,
above the slanting horizon, above the swaying sky,
Mara, you, why, how, why here,
in the lights of a boat catching ribbonfish, lights bright as day?
Ah, if I have any love left,
the ribbonfish shoals surging towards you at midnight,
the ribbonfishes’ silver fins,
Mara, you, why, how here