If what I want is a yellow card
or a tree-swing tree in my front yard
if it's a glass eye or monocle
or a shipwrecked captain's chronicles
if they're hard-to-hide adventure scars
or comprehension of motorcars
or my dentist's slight of hand
or a catholic's reprimands
if it's a cricket's persistent chirp
or a tight new overshirt
if it's Shakespeare's first-owned plume
or my own Ben Kweller tune
If it's a coy pond from Japan
or a check from rich aunt Pam
then what I want is far away
and planning takes up all my day
and if for these my heart does long
then my needing you seems half as strong.
