I remember skyIt was blue as inkOr at least I thinkI remember skyI remember snowSoft as feathersSharp as thumb tacksComing down like lintAnd it made you squintWhen the wind would blowAnd ice like vinylOn the streetsCold as silverWhite as sheetsRain like stringsAnd changing thingsLike leavesI remember leavesGreen as spearmintCrisp as paperI remember treesBare as coat racksSpread like broken umbrellasAnd parks and bridgesPonds and zoosRuddy facesMuddy shoesAnd light and noise andBees and boysAnd daysI remember daysOr at least I tryBut as years go byThey're a sort of hazeAnd the bluest inkIsn't really skyAnd at times I thinkI would gladly dieFor a day of sky
