Stepping on the pavements bits
That run into a concrete yard
A sprinkler spells its little yarn
Of countless **’rs, click-by-click
Puzzle pieces, broken brush
Make rough the plumage, dreamy air
In’t, surprised, pass others there
Since my own breath made them hush.
Autumn, were’t a talon’d hawk
Perhaps I scurry as mice do
Caught by awe and confusion, too
He dropped down, I, now free to walk
Maybe I will fetch the moon
A marble in the pocket cloud
Stays, but wavers, as wind does th’shroud
Safe, no pretense in its bloom.
