The first day I had to let
The wind cut through my hair and
Carry the broken strands to the sunset
To be burned and never seen again

The second day the color red left me
And photons absorbed every color but purple
Matching the lingering shadow of the tree
The one that had long stopped growing

There, on the third day I saw myself
And pondered the meaning of "absolute"
I thought, I was, and also felt
Up there, I was absolutely dead