I Remember

<br>I remember sky<br>It was blue as ink<br>Or at least I think<br>I remember sky.<br><br>I remember snow<br>Soft as feathers<br>Sharp as thumb tacks<br>Coming down like lint<br>And it made you squint<br>When the wind would blow.<br><br><br>And ice like vinyl<br>On the streets<br>Cold as silver<br>White as sheets<br>Rain like strings<br>And changing things<br>Like leaves.<br><br><br>I remember leaves<br>Green as spearmint<br>Crisp as paper.<br>I remember trees<br>Bare as coat racks<br>Spread like broken umbrellas.<br><br><br>And parks and bridges,<br>Ponds and zoos,<br>Ruddy faces,<br>Muddy shoes,<br>Light and noise and<br>Bees and boys<br>And days.<br><br><br>I remember days,<br>Or at least I try.<br>But as years go by<br>They`re sort of haze,<br>And the bluest ink<br>Isn`t really sky<br>And at times I think<br>I would gladly die<br>For a day of sky.