the ninth twenty ladybug dance.  

If I connect the freckles on your face I can see a smile

The back of your teeth feel good to me.

But I know you are worried about your dentist appointment,

And the day you have to walk your dog.

But don’t be too worried, there are always people there.

They will hand you dog collars and a bag of old teeth.

The bag of old teeth will probably be from me.

So don’t take those too far.

The wheel from here and your mother’s house is in our way.

I can feel the rain come down, not slow, on this June morning.

The little men with cherry eyes will lead the way.

And between you and I will be the dreaming tree.

There used to be a duck here, every morning he would greet us.

I think someone killed the duck and

My imagination.