and the clouds float on
the surface of the bowl
and not in the puddles
and the mind is muddled
and do we drift in dreams, do we?
birthday candles in a pinafore pocket...
(just in case you know, they bring a cake-
and with glazed cherries...)
the sun on the river; the heart asleep, awake?
though present at the pink occasion
when they tick you off the roll