One afternoon on the train
There was a child sitting beside me
Smearing the glass
With his face and hands
Let’s look for things to do
He said, «I can show you 10 ways to fold a letter»
«Or can you curl your tongue like this?»
«I can.»
Curiosity clings
It’s a roof weather tight
For this only son
He’s buried in himself while
The world goes up for sale
Sitting beside him
It’s like when a dog smiles
The wait is never long
And conquering grows futile
While the world’s for sale
He’s buried in himself
I would sooner believe this star
Not nearly 3 feet tall