When You Build Your Next Wall

Dance to the calabash, shake-shake
that squash! Shimmy like a bush in a storm,
seeds click-clicking.
 

Fashion a fountain of your hands
that drips by the drop. Splash until
your tongue squeaks.
 

As you puzzle the boulders together,
listen to the clang of your crowbar:
true as a fragile xylophone
made of mountain jade.

Published in The Aurorean