X
I fixed a nick on an icicle
To snatch the drips on the edge
Of a sand dune
XXVII
I found a crest of a coconut
And played an endless loop
On the tides off a careless swoop
Like a compass to a blue moon
It could wander during sundae
MMXVI
When it soars past the cherry's peak
It would gleam a glittering beam
And only knew it was nothing
But an ordinary dream
