Red Leaves

We shuffled our faces
laughing like fish.
Really flip flappin'
We had not a wish.
You said, «Look, the ceiling’s down,»
You said it five times
with that beautiful frown
Red leaves whirling
across my lawn
I see you weaving.
What dost thou sew?
You look at the floor.
You say, «I really don’t know»
I asked my darlin'
why she talks so slow.
She said, «It's the mud above
and the stars below.»