SAND-BOX

Playin’

in the sand-box,

grit between my finger-tips—

dancin’ with my Muse.

She’s a cataclysmic Cat

(with a catatonic Hat)

smooth & cool with pirouettes,

likely singin’ old duets,

with John & Paul & clarinets—

then just as things are gettin’ good,

She stops ...

& so do i