And the bluest ink
Or at least I try
And ice like vinyl on the streets
When the wind would blow
Bare as coat racks
Spread like broken umbrellas
They're sort of haze
Soft as feathers, sharp as thumb tacks
Or at least I think
But as years go by
I remember snow
And parks and bridges, ponds and zoos
I remember days
Isn't really sky
Green as spearmint, crisp as paper
And it made you squint
Rain like springs and changing things
And at times I think I would gladly die
Coming down like lint
Light and noise and bees and boys
I remember trees
Like leaves
And days
Cold as silver, white as sheets
I remember leaves
Ruddy faces, muddy shoes
I remember sky
