world turning new

legs riding
bicycle up hill
to the fire as a comet
flew across the sky

the rain comes
down like a hundred
songs touching you
all over
what oceans has it
known, who have
swam in it?
the rain gives
you a place to
sail on the streets

the air is solid
then a breeze
comes and it is water
how the earth
is ever moving
leaves in a puddle
and caved in brick
some people walk
right thru you
some thru reflections
in the water
blood on their
legs shining in the

you have no wants
and are like a
child, and so
must relearn it all