show us all your eiffel towers
your dreamings of towers of babel
and memories of skirting arizona canyons
but there's a ring in suzy's navel-
give us kipling's loping wolves
or grant us davinci's last dish
but don't put suzy's belly in our drunken heads
for we turn into escher's fish-
your moon has pulled us to its shores
your storms and stars have made us sing
but we never thought we would be drawn
by such a small amazing thing-