8/31/11


The road cannot make up her mind,

the clock is tired of tracking time,






the leak is leaping from the pail,

the turtle flying through the air,


the night has stolen the owl's chime,

the moon has rolled away its rind,








the poppies are rocking the rocking chair,

the crickets are courting the spectacled bear,

the aspen have eaten

the magical pear,


leaving a sprig in the pocket where









the fisherman's wife had patched a tear

within the sleeve of the the book of verbs,

the fluttering souls


of dancing girls,


the eyelash of the hummingbird,

the grain which paved


the ocean's pearl.