| Three wishes, | | | | Trinities and footsteps downlong stain glass-lit |
| 3 blind mice,the three pigs,a holy trinity,three bears,his | | | | halls,ceilings celebrating the clapping in-betweensmiles |
| number of magic beans,those wise men under a | | | | and waiting to see what happens next,a turn of a |
| star,and one genie,the thresholds rising from | | | | key,the compression of a spring,the fall of an |
| alabasterstairways and into the winds of | | | | object,the stray cat and a monk's block of |
| To-keep, a place and a knowingthat all forms turn | | | | cheese,gone. |
| their headsto the Goddess of Dustto kiss what | | | | Three bears and a golden lock,soup and sunshine |
| they've earned,and to kisswhat their hearts have | | | | making raisins,kindred comfort seekingand soft paw |
| reaped. | | | | pillows. |
| The three wishes delve silently,even the candles near | | | | Beans, vines, giants, Jacks, goldand a sledding |
| themdare not spell the gossipin bright bellowingor | | | | skeletonbeing pulled by a ghostly pack of dogs;lamp |
| dowsing dark smolder,the fact,that they're delving to | | | | lights aflamewhile the oil leaks out,a small child is |
| wishfor three more,only the soft hum of the | | | | happy to collect this ina porcelain cup that has no |
| scythe'spassing shadow ceases this monolith | | | | handleand will deliver it to his little deskwhere he's |
| Ferris wheel unicycle of Thirstgathering at the shore's | | | | writing the historyof a planet yet born. |
| edgeafter so much lapping of the Earth,turning into | | | | Three wise babies,born as triplets and keeping it a |
| opaque froth,trillions of bubble reflections of | | | | secret;their presents to all they meetare boxes lined |
| itselflifting into the air mumbling amen,amen, amen. | | | | with mirrors,mirrors lined with the lover looking infor |
| The three pigs, the houses, the wolfand the wind! | | | | the More,the shore of unabashed lounging. |
| The laden and the whimsical,the piccolo and the grand | | | | And the geniewho never speaks of its parentsor |
| piano,the lover's sigh and the comet missed bythe | | | | how a bottleand not a heart. |
| human view;a lotus saw it and a holly bush too. | | | | |