A long little ditty Seven days start when they do No end or beginning only light and dark, Light and dark, Rise and shine Rest and recline Ah but in between You are mine I zero in on your dreams Of gelato, not ice cream Too sweet. I massage your feet Walk up and down that hill. The black capped chickadee settles on a branch, Song sparrows sing their song, And that red robin remains alone On the puckered grass decimated By crows hunting for grub. Despite that one tear Caught in your smile’s wrinkle I found you a polished stone In the shape of a heart. Semi-awake you begin your ditty again.
