Iron Tumbleweeds Titanium Clouds and Babies

Tumbleweeds that weigh one thousand pounds Roll easier off the tongue than off the cliff Reach high to find what's up with iron Then leave the plains behind Venture over marshmallow mountain roads One thousand miles from here where clouds reside Made of pure titanium, dressed up in dynamite Rusty pink thinking lifts heavy thoughts on pillows About the mighty tumbleweeds While babies sleeping Lighter than pure matter, heavier than air Infant readings in science magazines continue On a floating leaf of paper To place a fine point on something smaller Than a lead pencil that comes in number two To stop matter in its tracks easier than that With an eraser too cute to savor in the mouth At a cost of a mere quarter at the grocery store Purchased just up the road where products gather In quiet isles with little drama since they don't move Like tumbleweeds do They stay in one place, go to another, as they should Or so we are told about gravity, clarity and thinking Babies reading science magazines agree on matters Lighter than pure titanium, heavier than the air Reading material goes left at the imagination There is nothing there to know about rolling Or drawing conclusions outside the margins That babies don't already know about sleeping About tumbleweeds and titanium in their dreams