The umbrella nearly floats skyward

in a great circle just from the twist of the wrist

with brass cane implanted in grass

Begins my dance

a strong beat

and a green sea chant

Two dragons fly

above my roof in perfect blue

appearing gleeful perhaps mating

or territorial aggression, its hard to tell

From this perspective

it is fanciful dance

the snake has no shoes

and the esquimaux needs no feet

The mountain blinded by clouds

dance on snow dance on sand

A spirit a ghost an eagle feather

all ticking explosively like the heart of

the watch maker

or silently like his hand

the lawyer won’t get your money back

but the game can still be won

like the damsel that landed on my arm

and consumed her lunch

a surprise of crushing mandibles

jaws dancing in time.