She Can't Sit Still

When winds collect the forlorn pages of every newspaper that failed to meet a sympathetic bystander I will call you to the porch and relieve you of your shoes except you don’t seem to have any on In which case, we’ll wash your soles in the kitchen sink and go on in to eat There will be an endless supply of chilled fruit to stain the tops of your shirts Even if you dance behind your dining chair, not able to sit for just a moment when the caterpillars outside have so much life and the dog needs more petting