There's a storm in my teapot
I accidentally let loose
Now the geese are staying here for winter
As the dog waits for a golden egg

I'm finding ways to distract myself
from the clothesline
Where I used to hang your shirts

The sun is boiling over in the ***
Little children are dancing around the eye in a future
I can never have

Curl inbetween the pages of the book I have yet to write
Moon whispering tiny secrets to me over breakfast when she should be asleep

I get love letters from other habitable planets in my oven
I never get a chance to read them

Blame the stars and there infinite possibilities as you try to organize them on your spice rack
Grandma will be here soon to show you how it's done
With her practical magic