On the highest shelf Where you'll find she Hiding 'neath the nouns and verbs and similies Find a wooden step Place it carefully Lodge it between the couplets And apostrophes Blindfold your brain Feel your way for me In reaching out she's giving far too much to thee
A letter for each limb A rhyme for every time His brain guides she to poetry Read it down the line Behind my creaking ledger, Ink stains record the weather Following her twists and turns Like a feather
So long as I hold her And sleep with an umbrella The freedom's there - I can depend on Magic Weather.
