Rosie

All the ways from California Massachusetts too We were upside down rosie ran round And I heard her sound the dinner bell Too late for talking too old for thinking too tired for blinking too bad We ran out of wood So dark quiet could Find us through the fire cracks She tried going with the wind Tried calling out to kin Tried strutting with her chin held high The way that can't be named Is one in the same With the dirty politicians game She cried Slippin' out my grasp again Sun-beaten moon-seasoned hands shake First hand ticked for a minute Second tocked for an hour Onlooked the window flowers In time As third raced for the second The clock tower beckoned And the window flowers kept on looking on The sundial sought permission From the unlikely woman Who was twirling out The door To be wound just like the clock Every item in its spot Order well earned and hard fought For she chirps by the hour Morning bird, night owl Musters all her power To sing She's the clock don't she know it Every pen-stroke every moment Delivering or missing Her lines And the cats in the yard Meow for their ritual reward As the clocky woman cracks The sill I feel for her sins And I relish in her grins And the time it takes to embrace her Again Slippin' out my grasp again Sun-beaten moon-seasoned hands shake