Little Sticks


Little, tiny bundles of sticks and rocks, lying on the ground,
you sure do shuffle around.

Lightly, lightly warm breezy toes tip top through and they tumble.
Look out! They could start an avalanche.

Falling, slipping, sliding down.

Now it's nighttime and they're mostly quiet.
They may be sleeping or just tired.

Morning,
and the very-very bright spot up in the sky
looks at the icy tops and makes water drip everywhere.

Drink up, dry dandelions.



(c) 1994, Matthew K. Coughlin