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.
