Clapping Ears                                

 

If moss is a pal

And pie a heart

And if mud times two

Is a song that starts

From scratch

Then what to do

With such luck

 

What to do

In handstand time

With ears that clap

For rhyming play

And who is who and what will be

With open shirts that climb

To sights sky blue

To beyond

 

And if all of that says Come on!

Don’t not

And trees recline

With every line

Then there it is

Stop to go

Head or toe

Like grateful

 

All to say that when weeds come true

And want the world to know

Forever

Then more and new

And love yes go --

Is just as much

As every handsome echo

Isn’t it.