first thing:
sing Hickory Dickory Dock
and find shock words to rhyme
with 1 2 3
like bum, poo, pee.
Second thing:
wind down a window,
laugh shoulders
at brothers getting cold
and wet with rain.
Third thing:
thump me on the arm,
and warm with a smile
‘You OK Dad?’ and I reply ‘Yes, you OK?’
face ahead, say ‘Fine’.
Fourth thing:
look sidelong from a knowing eye
as if you clock what’s going on;
that you know I know when I nod back,
that, yes, I get it, this lifetime,
your Work.