Milk&Honey

I remember you sun stricken with blades glimmering and your ears openwhile you hummed along to coney island babyand didn't know what to say because it was hard toopen your mouth other than to let the smile outand Now that the last three leaves have fallen and theair is bare and their is no more rides in my carand no more warm winds whispering smilesacross our hair the wind wilting with