Bubblewrap boots bouncing down the street,

Tangerine clocks tap sticky feet.

Lemonade rain on a paper parade,

Octopus signs point straight the wrong way.

A waffle wave curls by the lemonade stand,

Nothing explains it, but everything can.

If you move it once, then move it twice,

Logic learns how to roll like sugar on ice.

If you put rocks in socks then the socks in a box,

And the box on a dock where the tide softly knocks,

Then the dock feels a clock and the clock feels the day,

And the day drifts away in a waffle wave bay.

Sometimes it’s yours, sometimes it’s mine,

Like chalk on the sidewalk fading in time.

Marshmallow trains glide over the lawn,

Whistling through noon like it’s barely dawn.

Crayon comets loop lazy and slow,

Octopus arms guide traffic below.

Licorice lanes bend left then right,

Every direction feels just as light.

Lemonade rain tickles the street,

Saucy spaghetti tangles our feet.

Carousel cats spin June into May,

Nothing is lost if it wanders away.

Step aboard, don’t ask the why,

The answer floats past waving bye-bye...

If you put rocks in socks then the socks in a box,

Let the box hear the dock and the dock hear the clocks.

Let the clocks turn to thoughts drifting out of their lines,

Sometimes they’re yours, sometimes they’re mine...

The stand packs up, but the night still knows,

How marshmallow trains come and go.

I leave a cup where the moon can find,

A little bit yours, a little bit mine..