The splish splash of the sculpture in the mall
Buckets turn and water falls again and again

The sun nudges the day alive

Somewhere in the back of the lot
Something stirs

A clothed shape moves from the earth
A face shows itself to the light and a groan sounds out

Then another bundle of something moves and grunts in this other chorus
Together a slow ballet begins that moves to the home called bench

The scattered garden around this home are flowers called vodka beer and sherry
And petals of filter brown and leaf green pepper the ground

Time for breakfast a twist of top or a hiss of air
A crackle pop of liquid their toast a mates bottle clink

And so to work it’s hard to keep up the high
Dawn till fall over time drink drink drink

We are your warning a street sign called beware
All donations welcomed, mother don’t cry

@Neil Furby