I had just moved into the big green Room
Down the Hall. I missed my walls and floor yet
Knowed one must welcome change as Mother’s womb
Did welcome life – my toys and things were kept
They said in boxes for the little One.
I tucked a Tooth below my head that night,
The Morrow sure would yield a Penny bright!
I thought. (It never came, but I was dumb.)
Dropped that Tooth in Cola; one new white case
In sweet brown seas. Perhaps the liner sank.
But it was Gone by eve, as gone was I,
To some new Room, another piece of Sky.
I would that Teeth were Eyes, that walls were green.
A sugared drink might make these sights unseen.