I'm just waiting for the lightning bugs to appear
And to waltz on the pavement by the pale green barn over there
Here are some dregs from the basin
And the thief in the room
I am learning pantomime
I've been waking to the mockingbirds on the sill
It sounds like they're mocking every car alarm on the hill
Don't press out the sweetness
Just swing on the rope
Until the pond trills prophetic signs
It's all bread to be tasted
Without fear of the words
Or the long gap while the tape rewinds