from mud, dandelions rise towards the sun

i once saw a little kid running
down the road with a saxophone
it was little, little kid sized
what a wonderful thing i thought
and i smoked as he ran on by
later i heard a little girl reading
a poem i wrote and it too
was little, little kid sized
what a wonderful thing i thought
and i drank as her little voice lilted
born pure up out of this world.