I brought you ocean scenery at bedtime
when you felt too inland,
soft waves broke upon my hand
I spirited excursions with a pie-plate bottom
tin can man
whom we loved
invited up
and gave a little windy fan
hungry bugs came barging out the cracks
I told you lacy quiet facts
never the whole nor hard
just the gentle choices of a bard
and with the special one
that lifted your chagrin
you let me in
you let me in.