making things

the very place that
the mice run

cooling wells of trait

making things

great things
we sing to each other
on the cooing nights

those paper umbrella’ed cups
fixing music together like vines

clasping to the side of the building
fixing it to the wall with fever

(before the chicken and eggs
arrived to consider, they had already invented philosophers)

I want to sing, sing, sing, sing
making things

golden bright things that children can pick from trees
that float in the sky

elephants and geese attending weddings
fish and dancing