Like thunder clapping
Tap dancers tapping
Seagulls flapping
Above ocean waves
Love unwrapping
Milestones lapping
Thoughts and ghosts
Against graveyard graves
Like kettles rumbling
And Televisions grumbling
And old men humbling
Their lives away
I hear you slapping
The thighs of happening
Happy as larry
Larry who saves
All these wonderings
Pirates in swaddlings
Mothers in coddling
And lovers in lathes
Chiseling out existence
To a fine point
Like a dagger or a spear
And losing the thread
But gaining the yarn
Somewhere we guessed
It could do us no harm
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