Prancing along a seaside dock,
I start to spin like the hands
Of a clock, telling time
As fast as it can, never wavering,
Out of rhythm, never skipping
A happy beat.
I stop a moment to collect myself,
As my silly brain keeps on spinning,
And I almost lose my balance.
But I don’t topple, thank goodness.
It’s all a part of a simple day
Among the boats and fishermen.
Measure and scrub, tie and lift.
Simple and sure, tried and true.
I see you standing there.
Such a pair, you and I.
When you start
To smile from your heart,
I glow inside
Like a jack-o-lantern
I was turning the corner
When I looked in the mirror
And saw your smiling face.
I could have giggled but
I sneezed instead. That’s
How it goes with
The Grateful Dead.
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