And I’ll Count

Someday I’ll fix my teeth with
out licking up my fingers first

Someday I’ll fix my grief without
sticking down my fingered thirst

One day will be twice the day
I’ll count a fifth night on my tush

One day will be the two’s day
I’ll count a bird’s way in my bush

This day I’ll give some leeway
to the bright red wish to a word

This day I’ll walk the breezeway
release the ripened hope I’ve heard