Swinging twine, it heads this way
Bouncing fuzz
It comes today

Crushing clay, forgets “exhaust”
Rubber soles
And double knots

Humming, bobbing
By fire, burnt orange hat, sleeping bag
Identically timed to unwind
Ironically one of a kind
It sings show tunes, title tracks
Drowning in laughs
Would you walk forward far enough
To see my name?

Serving time, it spins a day
Stringing swings
It never fades

Crowded stands and chain link shots
Sending fire
And what’s it’s got