Time sits crosslegged

If I could suggest Things will ever get different The day is long enough I see leaves twirl In the marshmallow clouds Winds of a butterfly passing by Flood my brain and Rinse it calm and dry Ascending moons shake the tree Shake the tree We lean on I think about Not a single move In the game seems to pass Oh well A fisherman must Have good glutes All at rest And flowers sink Their heads Stop licking My toes I say