humming on her porch,
wood-shingled and rain-worn.
Ho la di de, ho la di da.
Sometimes there is a boy in your mind
and you fall into him,
your body sprinkling apart in joyous blue--now your blue--
a color you jump into,
canyon of sky.
I shout! I kick!
I run run run
How could I ever explain to you all,
you masses,
how deeply I want to hold you?
