My thoughts sparkle today
I don’t know if I shall show them to you
they want polishing
a trim or so
But—possess your soul with patience!
You shall see them soon.
I’ll dance them in the sun before your eyes
While we haggle over significance,
You shall take it with you when all’s said and done,
And I’m as richer and more as before.
You’re taking it shan’t take a smidgeon from me.
I—I draw my wonders from a bag
cut from the same cloth
as Peter Schlemiel's wondrous bag of gold—
Only, I, fortunate favorite
or not so fortunate,
Did not sell my shadow
for the sack,
As did poor Peter—
The shadows gave me mine for free.