I remember sky
 It was blue as ink
 Or at least I think
 I remember sky.

 I remember snow
 Soft as feathers
 Sharp as thumb tacks [bad word] down like lint
 And it made you squint
 When the wind would blow.

 And ice like vinyl
 On the streets
 Cold as silver
 White as sheets
 Rain like strings
 And changing things
 Like leaves.

 I remember leaves
 Green as spearmint
 Crisp as paper.
 I remember trees
 Bare as coat racks
 Spread like broken umbrellas.

 And parks and bridges,
 Ponds and zoos, [bad word] faces,
 Muddy shoes,
 Light and noise and
 Bees and boys
 And days.

 I remember days,
 Or at least I try.
 But as years go by
 They're sort of haze,
 And the bluest ink
 Isn't really sky
 And at times I think
 I would gladly die
 For a day of sky.