yellow basket

A tisket a tasket

I dropped my yellow basket

Tell me when you’ll drop the grayness of clouds

Tell me when you’ll make the rain fall down

Tell me when

the winds will spin up

rainbows and sunshine

through inconsistent rain--

I'll forget the quarries

won’t think about the depth

of rock--many rock

caverns

chasms

cliffs

A tisket, a tasket

I love my yellow basket

I dropped it--

I dropped it--

Don’t know what I’ll do.

(shout out to Ella Fitzgerald and nineteenth century nursery rhymes, with love and respect)