Rhymes With Clown
Sometimes the words come to me like the
water fountains falling- prideless and gravity stricken-
humble and down.
Sometimes I sing butterfiles
while the world is just caterpillar
hearing some hopeful sound.
When I am not around,
I will not confine myself to the ground-
and not in the sky.
I'll be way too high- I'll be happy down-
hanging around like a waterfall clown,
coming round now and then-
feeling zen-
feeling found-
warbling my fragile sound-
will you be around, then?
Will you be around?