AND OH THAT
You are supposed to be soft, not harsh; ripple,
not rush. This makes me not know where to
turn - as if I ever did at all. The cake is on
the table, and I just saw the mouse which
scurried away - along the baseboard, across
the floor. Do you not know we should love
it too? Don't worry now, it's gone, and
I am here with you.
So, forget things; let's sit and look out the
window : the yard inclines down so gently,
to the trees and then that stream - sometimes,
I swear, a river too. When the foul winds
blow and rain beats a rush, it all can
become quite a flow, then a gush;
and oh, that pounding stream.