Empty empty empty
Full full full
O’er the land, peasant and gentry
The woman push and the plow pull
Old old old
Young young young
Losers and winners both are bold
birds loud and quiet both fly with fun
Hot Hot Hot
Cold Cold Cold
Cross the t’s and bend the ought
Clothes and paper destined to fold
Telling me my fortune
Reading my palms
Gleaning dinner’s burnt bits
From the bottom of the pan
Defending each other
To the rhythm of the ceiling fan
Noisy noisy noisy
Calm calm calm
Pushing fingers in each other’s ears
Humming along to the radio
Taking one two three many steps
In the darkness of the patio
Birds chirping in December
The rain falling and clearing embers
