one day of silence for two grains of sand three stray eyelashes blown from my hand green turtle kisses the white butterfly what is he thinking with tears in his eyes i never buy umbrellas anymore seashells are singing to deaf grains of sand but they clap politely they re friends with the band after an hour the butterfly sleeps rain fills her dreams as the ceiling crack seeps i never buy umbrellas anymore i wonder what does the subway mouse wish for as she scurries from hole to hole this is no way for a mouse to live i never buy umbrellas anymore