what the water wants is hurricanes
and sailboats to ride on its back

what the water wants is sun kiss
and land to run into and back

i have a fish stone burning my elbow
reminding me to know that i'm glad

i have a bottle filled with my own teeth
they fell out like a tear in the bag

i have a sister somewhere in Detroit
she has black hair and small hands

i have a kettle drum
i'll hit the earth with you
and i will crotchet you a hat

and i have a red kite
i'll put you right in it
i'll show you the sky