Mill Valley Was Once a Pretty How Town
Miller Avenue looking Toward Downtown
Mill Valley was once a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
we sang our didn’t we danced our did.
Women and men (both little and small)
We cared for all, we had a ball
we sowed our isn’t and we reaped our same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew)
autumn winter spring summer
that we loved them more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
we laughed our joy we cried our grief
bird by snow and stir by still
everyone’s any was all to us
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hoe and then) they
said their nevers and they slept their dream
Mill Valley Now is a Pretty ‘Now’ Town
(upwards floating — never ‘down’)
upones only marry their upones
who hide their didn’t and dance their did.
spring summer autumn winter
(Appologies to E. E. Cummings)