The Persistence of Memory, by Salvador Dali, 1931 Your Grandfather's Been At It Again Hold me to you cupped up around your ear Rest your head as I drape across your cheek dripping amorphous dribbling molding sharp crags and unclothed branches beheaded tree pointing to the horizon Hang time on the clothesline Your grandfather's been at it again my father tells me I found him on the floor by the cuckoo clock Scraped elbow sprained thumb striving for hands just out of reach but always that desire to wind to wind wind rewind The air is still except for the whispered trill of an invisible bird flown away away lay your face gently down to rest against this sable earth leave your tic(k)s in the care of tiny sugar ants crawling to a point in the center