that naughty word
prancing in my mind
doing the bamboo dance
lifting its legs in the nick of time
...
The leaves outside now tell a different story
Of the warmest love and fondest memories
With their reds and browns
...
Things do not come to me
as they come to you
as through a door
opened to let in the morning light.
...
The dogs are sunning in the street,
The severe cold and then this pleasant heat.
One gets up and tail-wagging comes towards me.
I have nothing to give it.
...
if wanting you
gave godspeed to pigs
i would want you.
you say, and beggars would ride
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If you would let me
I would macarena on your cheek
Pirouette on your temples
Waltz down the bridge of your nose
...
how is my plant on your desk
do you take care of it
change the water as I told you to
show it the sun and the air outside
...
This is the story of one in many
Who come to the city to find
Work and a place to stay
And if they dig in their heels long enough
...