Sister

What the water wants is hurricanesAnd sailboats to ride on its backWhat the water wants is sun kissAnd land to run into and backI have a fish stone burning my elbowReminding me to know that I'm gladThat I have a bottle filled with my old teethThey fell out like a tear in the bagAnd I have a sister somewhere in DetroitShe has black hair and small handsAnd I have a kettledrum, I'll hit the earth with youAnd I will crochet you a hatAnd I have a red kite, I'll put you right in itI'll show you the sky