Birthday
She lives in this house over there,
Has her world outside it.
Scrabbles in the earth with her fingers
And her mouth--she抯 five years old.
Thread worms on a string,
Keeps spiders in her pocket,
Collects fly-wings in a jar scrubs horse flies
And pinches them on a line.
She抯 got one friend he lives next door,
They listen to the weather,
He knows how many freckles she抯 got,
She scratches his beard.
She抯 painting huge books,
Glues them together,
They saw a big raven;
It glided down the sky--she touched it.
Today抯 a birthday they抮e smoking cigars,
He got a chain of flowers,
Sows a bird in her knickers,
They抮e smoking cigars,
Lie in the bathtub,
Chain of flowers.
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