#4

The people, they walk about
Smiling and talking.
They come and go, you learn and you grow.
But they do go.
Better now that the rolling teeth and sweeping spheres
Counted it all out;
The smile, the embrace, the grande from town-
Defensible in the picking clicking ticking
Heart tricking tripping
Because you loved the way she's sipping it.
And she does go.
But she comes, too.
Better now that the teeth are rolling and the spheres sweep,
Counting it all out;
The auburn blond red raven what have you without a sound
Trip away and swing back again, and away, and back and
Thumping jumping pumping clock
Ticking precisely the way she doesn't
Measures out time not your time with ease
Because you learn and you grow
To love to watch picking clicking ticking
People leave.
And rolling teeth and sweeping spheres
Count out comfort for when people go.