I flew a serpent kite
That made an alphabet
In the sky
I floated a paper crane
Across the river
In the rain
I walked a mile
In a hurricane
To milk a cow
I went to
Where in China
You were born
I practiced the art
Of cat comfort
I had the work
Of a spider to do
I wore red ribbons
And new black shoes
I made some new friends
At the post office
I treated my old friends
Like bad teeth
I had a dream
That floated to the surface
Like a dead fish
I shivered in cold blood
At the dead end
And I woke up
To pick red hot tomatoes
In the sun