New York City by the Peter Malick Group featuring Norah Jones

tautology

it is true. one
sleepy

little girl (sits very still)

at the table,
moon sand
around her feet

and (mellow)

with my red shoes -
i

slide the broom
back

and forth (while i wait for him
to

walk through the door) so
it

is true,
that  i

am

just the girl
sitting

at the table,
swinging her feet,
with

moon beams falling out

of her toes...