Where does your young heart beat now?
Within a pattern, a sacred sill,
with face pressed to glass,
rapturous crowing on your lips?
Do you know now the length of times finger?
Sweet sinner unknowing,
of what her story unfolded,
of what treasure stole this thimble?
Why do you clutch this marbled bag?
A jumble thump of bear-footed pajama,
the tousled head of sleep,
a tangle of wisdom in a shadows laughter?
What hat tip do you recon clever?
with a clip-top clap of hands,
within a perched spectacle,
a tilted tale worth telling?