Iron Tumbleweeds Titanium Clouds And Babies

Drawing outside the margins

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