What the water wants is hurricanes

And sailboats to ride on its back

What the water wants is sun kiss

And land to run into and back

I have a fish stone burning my elbow

Reminding me to know that I'm glad

That I have a bottle filled with my old teeth

They fell out like a tear in the bag

And I have a sister somewhere in Detroit

She has black hair and small hands

And I have a kettledrum

I'll hit the earth with you

And I will crochet you a hat

And I have a red kite

I'll put you right in it

I'll show you the sky