A rush a rush a rush
Life flows, falters, spins,
The stream jumps higher, hither-
painting and mixing the pinks, blues
You are here alone, blown, grown
Close your eyes to see, hear, smell
as time spirals, dives, flies
into the skies.
The smiles, the frowns, the rags,
stretch, scatter, skitter across
Kiss the dance with green toes on
follow the vanishing tail of
stretch your arms to pluck the fruit
catch the lines to do-a-do-a-do
tickle the stars to shower in raining
travel the roads of soft bubbles,
swing and spin and
topple and tap.
Mix the swig or
take a nap.
Hop and hop
to junk shop