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   Coming 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   Ruddy faces   Muddy shoes   And light and noise and   Bees and boys   And days      I remember days   Or at least I try   But as years go by   They're a 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