Dog Trottin' My Song

Carryin’ a pad, walkin’ along Rapped in mother’s east sun The Elcalda’s bell dancin’ an incense memory On a watery mirrored titillation Mind paintin’ a peasant Lime green on brown bench Blacklegged A bag of burnt red Lawn sprinkler pantin’ The beat Over left shoulder He sits Isolated Center of three unknown brothers In still homage to their caste Burst A rippling of children Cascades to pool’s brim Form clusters of clicks Bands Friends and paddy cake Loners’ hangout Make one line Ebb away Teachers command order Gum swallowed They dissolve in the mouth Of a science center Jog passin’ grandfather Questions Recordin’ the scene (In thick Yiddish accent) “Taking Inventory?” Establishes a reason for being